I'm building an extension at home. After finishing the day's work my wife thought she'd treat me to a beer, so poured me a glass of the well thought of Pendle Witches Brew. It was OK. I then had a taste of my everyday ale from my pressure barrel. It was better by a small margin. Then I poured a bottle of my most recently ready to drink brew. The degree of supreriority is difficult to encapsulate in mere words! Bloody women. What do they really know about beer? :drink: