The best ideas come after the fact. One. Word. Titles. I should have insisted on that. At least I forbade oranges.
(Small aside here. There's a prize for explaining the connection between "orange", "Marlon" and "something".)
Brew for me.
That's my dream. And drinking Warwick's Best Mild. Theoretically both are possible. But let's be realistic. Time-travel would be way too expensive.
I have a couple of Whitbread recipes I would love to taste. Do you want to brew them for me? 1,000 litres of each is what I'm after.
Charabanc Fever - Main image above: ‘Sebastopol Inn, Ladies Outing, Preston’, from Preston Digital Archive on Flickr. A few weeks ago Doreen (@londondear) made us pause an...
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