Sorry

Yesterday's post was awful wasn't it? I *know* that nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility and I *know* too that pride is a rather dangerous feeling, best avoided, or at least saved for the rarest occasions, such as watching your daughter come third in the first heat of the 60m dash on sports day. But I'm weak and susceptible to over-excitement, prone to forgetting the point of it all: to just brew it, as best I possibly can, and leave the rest to others.

I want to make it up to you - come up to the brewery today, before 1pm, and I'll stand you a pint (or two if your constitution is up to it). Then you won't need me to tell you whether or not you like the beer, you can decide for yourself.

Brewing is a great leveller - the better you think you're doing the more self critical you become in order to avoid as much dillusion as possible.