Bristling with success and sporting 10 days worth of pathetic, flesh-coloured stubble, I am conscious not to drop the baton so generously slipped to me by Squudge. I've been quick off the mark in case she(?)has a change of mind and because I may not get back here until Tuesday.
Having wracked my brain for, ooh, at least five minutes, I have decided to settle on something which is close to many hearts if not beards. It is not directly associated with any of the horrid stuff currently in the real news...yet.
The subject is... REAL ALE.
In keeping with the latest tradition the deadline is midday Friday although you do get 10 minutes drinking-up time. Now then, let’s be having you. Haven’t you got a home to go to? etc.
(Links on here as usual please)
