Beer Photo

Oh lumme, another day with hardly a photo. This looked quite good but might give the impression that drink is more central to my life than it actually is. That would be very unfortunate.
I’m actually a man who values the intellect above all else. I even read an essay by Ian MacEwan on George Orwell. How bloody erudite. That was before I was summoned across town to assist the son who managed to hobble to the RIE with his sprained ankle. A broken bone is the diagnosis. Happy New Year, son.
Elsewhere Kazakhstan is in a bit of turmoil and Novaxx (geddit!?) Djokovic has been impounded by the Aussies. The daughter meanwhile has contracted the covid. Happy New Year, daughter.