No. Not me. It's John Filson. But it is nice to see that someone in the Canadian media has realized that a beer columnist is a good idea for a daily paper. He has only had the gig for three months it seems but his style is good. Consider the following from a column from last November 23rd:

So if you stroll through the LCBO and spot a bottle of Monty Python Holy Grail Ale (it's in the 500-millilitre bottle for $3.25 and made by British brewer Black Sheep) then you're forgiven if you really, really, really want it to be good. Instead, it's like the end of The Meaning of Life, when you've been laughing steadily and just know the final segment is going to be great and this movie is going to be the best ... and then you sit through a literally lifeless sketch in which Death crashes a dinner party. In a weaker movie, it could've been the funniest bit. But in The Meaning of Life, the earlier "Better get a bucket" restaurant-sketch giggles overwhelm the dinner-scene gems like "But I didn't even eat the mousse."

The standard was set too high. And when a beer is an homage to the greatest comedy team of all time, you expect a lively, flavourful gem of a beer. Instead, the beer is only okay - an ugly reddish-brown ale, a little thin, a weak bitter aftertaste. If it had been called something generic like Red's Gold's Bitter, then it'd be a forgettable but not annoying beer. Invoke the Python party, though, and it's a failure.