I'm bad. E has gone to the pub without me, as there are Christmas cards to give out, turkey to be picked up, as well as eggs. She says she'll have a glass or two. The thought of beer, or indeed any alcohol, appals me.
Why is the telly so awful on a Sunday afternoon?
Digging, digging, digging - I wouldn’t normally devote a post to reviewing a single beer – particularly not a one-off – but in this case I’ll make an exception. RedWillow Faithless is...
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