There is nothing to write about... again. So, facing that, tell me what is the stupider story about beer:
I hadn't been sure until that good beer crossed the stupid line in the winter of 2014-15 but its becoming more and more obvious, isn't it. Not that it's a bad thing: it is just beer and things move on. Stonch has sold the pub. Just the junket jockeys go on... (and on...) Only the dimmest now don't understand that plenty of folk drink tasty craft to get loaded more than once in a while. And stories that could have been - shoulda been - written two years ago obliviously tells us we've dulled. No kidding. Do I care? Would it matter if I did? No - embrace the new, says I. It does put the "fun" back in functional alcoholism. If that's all we have left, why not? After all, small artisanal craft breweries now come in Apollo moon launch spaceship size these days. Thank God I have the Plantagenets to Georgians to keep me warm.