Portering along

Beer, beer, beer, beer. Beer, beer, beer, beer. Yes, I spent last night at the Cambridge Beer festival over on Jesus Green. An enormous tent filled with a bizarre mixture of students, professionals, Iron Maiden wannabes, normal folks, and strange facial haired CAMRA members. There must have been a hundred or so types of beer for sale and the weather so so good we say in the sun drinking away.

One hint though, if you ask for Stout, don't expect to be handed a Guinness or Murphy's. It tastes more like porter that's been left sitting in the slops tray for a couple of years, heated up, and then served in a filthy glass which was last use for storing sewage.