I’m sitting with my dad, watching some obscure sport (it’s egg-chasing) and drinking a fusion-hops blended craft beer from a small brewery perched in a cliff in Cornwall.
I might have to grow a beard to complete the stereotype.
I’m sitting with my dad, watching some obscure sport (it’s egg-chasing) and drinking a fusion-hops blended craft beer from a small brewery perched in a cliff in Cornwall.
I might have to grow a beard to complete the stereotype.
An evening in hipster paradise tonight, with burgers and beers at The Dog’s Bollocks in town.
To be fair, the burgers – despite being huge – failed to live up to the hype, but the beer was good and the experience was pretty cool.
After visiting the Oranjezicht City Farm on the weekend and now downing craft beer in the backstreets of Gardens, it’s surely only a matter of time before I squeeze my muscular thighs into a pair of skinny jeans and chuck on some thick framed spectacles.
Or not.