One of my earliest memories of my grandmother's house was a strange glass clown. His odd proportions, swirly glass construction and surprisingly non-terrifying expression (I really do not like clowns) made him stick in my mind. My grandma sadly passed away last week, and I wanted to make sure this curiosity was preserved for sentimental reasons. And here he is, now standing in my fireplace, smiling away and giving small children nightmares. Much as he always has.
The first weekend of October has rolled around, so once again it is time for the Sheffield CAMRA Steel City Beer Festival. Now in its 35th year, the festival has seen a lot of change in the recent past. After the terrifying ordeal that was the Darnall Liberal Club, standing out in a field with beer seems like a much nicer proposition. Unfortunately, reviews of the 34th festival were tainted with dissatisfaction, both with the venue and the organisation as a whole. I didn't attend last year, but I attended this year with some trepidation. Thankfully, the whole event was better run than I had been led to believe, but not without its fair share of hiccups. Two marquees provided more indoor space, the place didn't smell like a donkey sanctuary, and the beer tasted great. There were around a hundred beers to try, and thirty ciders, so even more than some previous years. After a couple of false starts, our little troop of merry drinkers (myself, Emma and Chris) finally arrived at...
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