Woken up by Dido with those Twice Brewed Blues Again

The great Bob Dylan is 80, which is how I felt in the morning after the quadruple burger the night before. I’d finally left the dinner table, possibly without the requisite written permission, when No Socks Fitness Woman (a BRAPA character if ever I saw one) started singing along to “Yes” by McAlmont & Butler.… Continue reading Woken up by Dido with those Twice Brewed Blues Again

YOU’RE ONCE (BREWED), TWICE (BREWED), THREE PINTS OF HOMEBREW

First things first. I forgot to put a photo nicked off BRAPA on that last post on the Milecastle Inn. Here it is; Now, that is a beautiful shot out to Hadrian’s Wall (aka the Scottish Border) from pretty much the same spot I sat in 18 months later. His photos have become really good,… Continue reading YOU’RE ONCE (BREWED), TWICE (BREWED), THREE PINTS OF HOMEBREW