Cask Days 2018

This was my fifth Cask Days. I knew no one when I went to my first one. I was solo and anxious like only an introvert can be in a new social situation. I didn’t know what to expect, what to drink, what to say.  I spent the money for a guided tasting of the British casks with Stephen Beaumont, then spent a few hours getting drunk with actors. I ran into Andy, a former teaching colleague. I drank lots of great beer, and talked to so many people my voice was hoarse. It became my favourite beer festival. Dennis, …

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Cask Days 2017 by the numbers

This year I bought the Baller Pass, which got me into all the sessions. The 12-hour shifts at Brunswick were such that I missed every beer festival I wanted to go to, so I decided to splurge. I couldn’t make it to all of the sessions; I was getting sick and went home just before the end of the Saturday afternoon session. There was way too much going on for a full write up, so here are the basic numbers: Number of sessions attended: 3 Favourite session: 1 Number of tokens bought: 36 Number of tokens left at the end: …

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On giving offense

Some days I can’t help but fall down the Instagram rabbit hole. I don’t know how I got there, alick on someone who just followed me, a hashtag that seems intriguing, a place that looks lovely, whatever. And whammo, there I am looking at something that makes me angry. I see an official instagram account for a craft brewery is liking some pretty sexist BS. FFS, what the hell are you thinking?? — Kat Goodale (@Katitude) September 4, 2017 I get that there are still troglodytes who post pictures of scantily clad women, and beer dudes who use sexism to …

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No, not feral after all

I was out for a walk with my beloved one day when I found them. It was a sunny afternoon in mid-October, the kind of day that is a gift from the weather gods – one last day of nothing-but-a-tshirt warmth before November starts to chill our bones. We were walking along the mountain bike trail in the valley below us when I saw them…a green vine twining up a small tree and over to a hydro tower, festooned with the now-familiar shape of hop cones. It was late in the season, and they were brown and papery, but there …

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