Pass those P45’s to the Pints of View posse ! Sadly, unemployment is imminent as we call it a wrap on another breath-taking bundle of beer bonhomie and by my count, we’ve somehow made our way through a whole Four Seasons (impressively, that’s just enough to rival Vivaldi’s year-long rampage at that luxury hotel).
Up tonight: While on Vocation to Brew York we succumb to Sweet Temptation (they told me 42nd street had been cleaned up ??) but we just can’t seen to remove the Thorn-bridge from our side…it’s time to cut out Cocoa Wonderland. Cheers !
It’s grim up North…cripes, now I know why Santa stays in 364 days a year. But alas, we return to Merrie England this evening to pulverise some polyamorous pints as we rub shoulders (and rhubarbs) with The Crumby Beard ! And lemme tell you, there was some serious vegetation on parade at THIS county fair (we really need to trade manscaping tips off-air)
Up tonight: Sticks and names may break my bones but Stones will never hurt me (as long as I don’t touch that 8th can) then we struggle to keep a tight hold of the Leeds whilst the mad Monk’s Transient drags us into the bushes…this dog walking gig is a real drag. Cheers !
We shoot, we score…with another all-Scots lineup to rival Leeds United’s 1975 European Cup Final Squad (What’s that you say ? You DON’T get that reference ? Screw you…My Dad did.) With such a magnificent match on our hands, it all seems very likely to end in a braw when the thistle blows.
Up tonight: We Twist and Stout and work it on out with our persuasive pal Jock and then your favourite old dogs are Brought a new trick…we catch up with the deific and divine David McGowan (his turning water into ale manoeuvre has to be seen to be beer-lieved) Cheers !
What a bunch of tossers ! Yes, it’s time to join your favourite lagered-up laggers for another game of hop-Scotch as we skip through a Caledonian combination of craft beer and cross-examination ! What have we done to deserve this you say ? I dunno, but next time I hope to get off Scot-free…
Up tonight: We add a little orange to the blue and white (ONE of your five-a-day ain’t bad I suppose) with Vault City’s Iron Brew Sour and then we completely forget to discuss his tea-making skills, it’s Geoff from the Brewgooders. Cheers !
Freedom ! After years of being cooped-up, your cavalier co-hosts are released back into the wild, and this time we’re bringing the burliest names in beer along for the ride ! Man, it’s so good to finally be in the outside world again…be a dear and and overlook the fact we forgot our house-training will ya ? (Our guests did)
Up tonight: We Thorn-bridge the gap between our longing livers and juicy Jaipur, then enjoy a malty mingle with mon ami Mike Garrett…magic ! Cheers !
Did you miss us ? Of course you did ! Buckle up beer-fans, as the boys are back again and kicking the season off with a boozy blast from the past ! I’m concerned, but I’m sure the potential PTSD will be undone by my early-onset ale-zheimer’s…
Up tonight: We’re starving for suds so will happily Singha for our supper, but afterwards, a sobering reminder of what I had to to do when I lost custody of the kids…it’s Trooper Sun & Steel. Cheers!
Beer my Valentine ? The lads with the logs commemorate love day with an obst-ale-cle course through the best Britain has to offer ! Patriotism or alcoholism ? Such a fine line…but less about my brief stint waxing for that São Paulo salon.
Up tonight: We expect a spanking with our initiation into the Best of British Beer’s 6 Pack Craft Beer Club but only go and paddle ourselves…new shorts please ! Cheers!
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With a rapidly-expanding waistline, my bank account in minus figures and more white stuff on the ground than a Studio 54 bathroom stall, I have a hunch the holidays are here again…so I guess it’s time for a little festive fun, as we bring you a couple of Noël numbers certain to leave our livers in mistle-woe.
Up tonight: Your nectar-knights storm the Castle in search of Eden’s Christmas Ale, but are Brought-on to their knees by sword-swinging Santa’s Stout. Cheers!