Tomb of the Cider Men

Note that title? Note the clever "Doctor Who" classic story from the seventies reference, suggesting superior science fiction geekology reference? It's all Geek to me. Etc. Hell, it's just a clever way of inferring that I've been on the apple again. And I have. Skidbrookes Lincolnshire real stuff, made just down the road. Same label, different brew. That's the way to do it. Shagnasty, vicious stuff that turns your guts to trifle. Marvellous. For the Cideristi among you; it's not as sharp as their last batch of stuff, but it's about two per cent stronger. Not in the Biddendens class of easy drinking back door brain hemorrhage, but a nice refreshing mallet to the back of the brains. Carl the Landlord seems somewhat affeared of it; he's selling it, you'd think he'd have more confidence in his product than so say "oh god, they're on the cider again" very loudly but then he's an idiosynchratic sort of chap; mind you, maybe it's just my raddled reputation and that of the Hobbit. Who knows.


Actually been spending quite a lot of time in that establishment of late anyway. There's been a lot of good bands on in the last few weeks; seems they're trying to push themselves as a music venue a little more, and that's no bad thing. Seems I've found my brand for a while.