With my foamy moustache of stout head, I wrapped my lips around pork and ham. It was a beautiful moment.
So who broke my heart on Saturday night? Well it wasn’t the Dudley Beer Festival. Or the Dog & Partridge.
I’d like to feel the same about us Green Duck. The beginning of a long-lasting relationship between wench and brewery. Only this time there’s no need for a hand up the bum or a sad song.
I was only disappointed with the lack of old bush, but there’s always another night.