Yorkshire Bob
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Hello everyone. I'm Bob and I live in South Yorkshire UK and I'd like to introduce myself a little.
The wrong end of 40 with a little previous experience with homebrewing from kits althought this was 28 years ago. Recently I decided to start again and have reaquired some of the equipment I need and have set 2 kits going at present which are the Geordie Bitter 40 pint kit and the Coopers English Bitter 40 pint kit. All is looking well so far with the Geordie kit starting week 2 of bottle conditioning and the Coopers kit ready for bottling tonight or tomorrow.
Just a little brew story here. Whilst I needed some new gear to start over again one thing I didn't need was enough brown glass bottles as I knew I had them in the cellar as I'd dragged them from place to place to rest in my home now where I've been for twenty years. I brought up the two dusty and damp crates with bottles and set them down to clean and sterilise and to remove 28 years of 'dead things' and cobwebs.
I was more than surprised to see 9 bottles with crown caps still firmly on. The caps were rusted and had the Guiness logo yet barely visible. Now I don't remember doing any Guiness style brews so was not sure what to expect. I had done a Geordie and what I think was a Tom Caxtons 66 (as I recall but may be wrong) However I was excited to be lifting the cap on a 28 year old bottle of home brew.
Psssht..., the hiss and visible whisp of smoke exhausted as the cap rattled across the worktop. I sniffed the dark liquid and remembered the sweet aroma of a time gone by. I was all a quiver as I poured the jet-black liquid down the side of the glass to the sound of a deep and rich hushing. I looked though the glass as I held it up to the warm and low pre-autumn sunshine whereupon I could see no light only the widescreen refection of my own handsome (ahem) fizog.
Memories flooded back to that party in '84 I had made my brews especially for. The sound of Bob Geldof and crew singing 'Do they know it's Christmas' for the Band Aid cause for aid in poverty stricken Ethiopia.
Enough - now was the time. I tilted the glass and sipped below the slowly disappearing froth, and then drank deeply into the glass whilst exhaling through my nose to capture any flavour nuances so as not to lose them to that moment. My disappointment was palpable. My heart sank as the sweet liqourish-esqe darlky slid to the pit of my stomach where it lay flat and heavy, and dull.
As quickly as I remembered the excitement of those times brewing for that party I also remembered one of the reasons for me not continuing to home brew... and there were 8 more reminders sat on that worktop.
However I do expect now to make ammends as I believe I owe it to myself - and this is why I am here :)
Cheers all!
The wrong end of 40 with a little previous experience with homebrewing from kits althought this was 28 years ago. Recently I decided to start again and have reaquired some of the equipment I need and have set 2 kits going at present which are the Geordie Bitter 40 pint kit and the Coopers English Bitter 40 pint kit. All is looking well so far with the Geordie kit starting week 2 of bottle conditioning and the Coopers kit ready for bottling tonight or tomorrow.
Just a little brew story here. Whilst I needed some new gear to start over again one thing I didn't need was enough brown glass bottles as I knew I had them in the cellar as I'd dragged them from place to place to rest in my home now where I've been for twenty years. I brought up the two dusty and damp crates with bottles and set them down to clean and sterilise and to remove 28 years of 'dead things' and cobwebs.
I was more than surprised to see 9 bottles with crown caps still firmly on. The caps were rusted and had the Guiness logo yet barely visible. Now I don't remember doing any Guiness style brews so was not sure what to expect. I had done a Geordie and what I think was a Tom Caxtons 66 (as I recall but may be wrong) However I was excited to be lifting the cap on a 28 year old bottle of home brew.
Psssht..., the hiss and visible whisp of smoke exhausted as the cap rattled across the worktop. I sniffed the dark liquid and remembered the sweet aroma of a time gone by. I was all a quiver as I poured the jet-black liquid down the side of the glass to the sound of a deep and rich hushing. I looked though the glass as I held it up to the warm and low pre-autumn sunshine whereupon I could see no light only the widescreen refection of my own handsome (ahem) fizog.
Memories flooded back to that party in '84 I had made my brews especially for. The sound of Bob Geldof and crew singing 'Do they know it's Christmas' for the Band Aid cause for aid in poverty stricken Ethiopia.
Enough - now was the time. I tilted the glass and sipped below the slowly disappearing froth, and then drank deeply into the glass whilst exhaling through my nose to capture any flavour nuances so as not to lose them to that moment. My disappointment was palpable. My heart sank as the sweet liqourish-esqe darlky slid to the pit of my stomach where it lay flat and heavy, and dull.
As quickly as I remembered the excitement of those times brewing for that party I also remembered one of the reasons for me not continuing to home brew... and there were 8 more reminders sat on that worktop.
However I do expect now to make ammends as I believe I owe it to myself - and this is why I am here :)
Cheers all!