This is Jon's personal "blog" - I work at an independent microbrewery (a small-scale, artisanal producer of “real ale” and other beery treats), based in the Furness area in Cumbria (or N. Lancs if you'd rather). Or a "Craft Brewer", if you like. We're known as "Stringers", or "Stringers Beer". I don't just make beer - I also sound-off in half-informed rants on a variety of subjects. Like here.
More light judging
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I rise at 7:30. And have a shower. That wakes me up nicely.
"Huevo?"
"Si."
My Spanish is so brilliant. The waitress doesn't specify what type of egg.
T...
Three of the best - Newhaven, Stornoway and Cobh
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There were three, standout destinations on our recent cruise around the *British
Isles*. Two of them I've already written about, albeit quite briefly in t...
Session #147: Beer Folk
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Fell in the street in a drunken heap… For May’s Session, Phil Cook has
asked us to consider “the beers and pubs in art and fiction that have
grabbed our at...
I Was Right Then
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Did you know that Cask Marque has an area on their website where you can
report beer quality problems directly to them? Well, it has. To the point,
it i...
Lamentationes Desperatorum
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I was wandering around the supermarket where I do the weekly shop recently,
and as is my wont I bimbled over to the beer section to have a browse. I
was ...
Running, out of time
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I am running my first half marathon at the young age of 61 in memory of my
precious late mum, Susan Mayo. I am looking to raise funds for the amazing
work...
When “candidate” is a crime against English
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I originally posted this on LinkedIn under the title “Why I’m not doing job
interviews for freelance work”. I was quite cross. It’s autism awareness
month ...
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*Green Hop Season 2024*
This year we're celebrating the Green Hop season to its fullest, with two
events at our Taproom.
*Green Hop Launch*
*Save the...
Last night at the JT
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*Yesterday evening, I went to the Jerusalem Tavern. It was the pub's last
night.*
The operators, St Peter's Brewery, haven't renewed their long lease, an...
A final pint
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My last blog post was a bit of a downer. I’ll try to cheer up on this one.
I seem to have created a theme of chronicling end of pubs. The travails of
the...
A Tale Of Two Weekends
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The never ending tour of Manchester continues. With a lot of places either
still closed completely or not opening early in the week, it's easier to do
a ...
The Session: Where I'm/It's At.
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Well, it has been a while. Since there was a proper Session. Since I wrote
a thing on this blog. Glad to be prodded. I think about blogging often, but
the...
The Positively Unknown
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New book announcement! "The Positively Unknown: A Kid's Guide to the
Zymoglyphic Museum" is now available. Pick up a copy while you are
visiting the mu...
Letting go
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It is often difficult to accept defeat. Indeed, when one has been working
on something for a long time it can be almost impossible to actually make
that fi...
We are taking a break
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Dear Reader.
Due to various unforeseen circumstances, 'A Swift One' is taking a short
sabbatical. We apologise to all for the lack of content but we hope t...
Passive-aggressive hate mail
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Way back in 2001, my brother and I opened a specialist beer bar in London.
You can read more about it *here*.
The way we were doings things proved fairly n...
Caxton Inn / XX Inn, River Street
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Caxton Inn, River Street, Hulme, 1921. (c) Bob Potts [1]. The Caxton Inn
was a Carlton Brewery house that stood on the corner of River Street and
Welcomb S...
Brooklyn Comes To Dalston
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Brooklyn Brewery are on the road again, taking their 'Mash' concept out to
nine countries. This week, they've been in London, with events like a DIY
dinner...
Thomas Hardy's Ale Reborn
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This beauty arrived by post yesterday so I thought it was time to end my
silence.
The rights to the Thomas Hardy Ale name have now passed to a company in...
Recipe for
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Busy days, busy days. I had an hour in departures this week with no
wireless and a useless phone so my 150 e-mails per day couldn’t find me.
During my co...
His name is "Stay!"
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I'm lucky enough to get a call every so often from the Endress+Hauser
Corporation to make something out of their spare parts. They give me full
creative...
1 comment:
I'd rather go to the pub than try reading any situationist texts again.
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