
December 2024. Sheffield.

A challenging schedule for my meet-up with manic ticker Jim last Saturday;

but as we strode to the bar of Vocation & Co.,

across the road but a million miles in spirit from BrewDog,

the town hall clock struck noon. Bang on schedule !
Time for a sensible choice; just a half of the gingerbread stout I’d missed in the Fighting Cock, please Jim?

Yes, that would be “sensible”, but at the bar a couple were having a taster of the 10% mint imperial stout. FFS ! A pint’s a taster.

So Jim had thirds of that as well.
Still, at least I remembered the water.

I turned to Jim for scoring confirmation.
But Jim had long gone.
That looks lethal!!!
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