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it's the wood that makes it good

As has been the trend for quite sometime now, I'm battling injury so I'm hitting the bike which is not so unpleasant and allows me to commute to work in a fairly timely manner without the use of a drop of that blasted petrol. Speaking of combustible compounds, I have been back at the fermenter, priming yeast for battle. My latest beer has yet to be named, suffice it to say that it's a BIG BEER. I started with a sweeter Irish style stout so, think sweeter than a Guinness but drier than a Sam Smith, and then I elected to ferment on American Oak soaked in a little Michael Collins. So time shall render a verdict, I will definitely cask next week and I should be able to get a sense of the direction that this thing is headed. It will definitely be a beer that should benefit from time in the bottle because of such a spectrum of ingredients.
Last point of order, I was unable to attend the McNellie's Pub Run 2009 which I'm not pleased about. In any case, I think the race deserves a quick review. A direct rebuke from Stu Lisle-Odell was issued in regards to the lengthy distance run prior to the first beer station, apparently well over 2 miles that takes less of the equalizer effect out of the race. Another strong criticism or scornful remark echoed from multiple participants regarded Chuck Sloan's decision to pour more beer on his singlet than down his throat as can clearly be discerned from this photo:

I think it is highly notable that one of the bigger roars emanated from the crowd as Johnny Mullholland pounded his last pint to move into the coveted 3rd and last money spot. I tip my hat to all who were man enough to keep the streak alive and I'll just have to return next year. Groina shows excellent form here and maybe we refer a photo to Sloan for next year of the unsullied attire at the finish line.

I personally think we should have seen our first DQ of a lead runner as the guy clearly didn't drink the allotted volume of beer and thusly should only be recognized in the "Run" category. This is high stakes shite, people.

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