The Christmas Ale triple distillation and Furgling went quite well this last weekend. Smut Clyde, as Master Brewer carried the Staff of Knowledge and wore the Hat of Lore to control the process. Ha ha he didn't see ol' AK operating the Siphon of A Little Bit of What You Fancy.
You will notice the special curves in the distillation tubes that assists the Furglisation. It's to do with the angular velocity and the temperature of the Furgle tube. Scholars are referred to Addisons Old Tyme Elixir and Radish supply bulk barn.
And one doesn't have Triple Distillation and Furgling with out Piping in the Essences which Evangeline van Holsterin's vile nephew Throgmorton had purchased from Brian Thradgers Equine School.
Problems were 1)Is a donkey an equine? If this was an equine then so are Merry-Go-Round horses which would bite less and smell less. 2) Donkeys do not like bagpipes.
Who does like bagpipes, it turns out, is feral babies who emerged from under the Riddled Petanque Piazza and Non Equestrian sports centre (this means you, bleeding donkeys). I don't know how the feral babies had got under there and the library pixies also don't know although there was some sniggering from those quarters.
So a pretty normal week in the Christmas Ale process. We look forward to next week's nadgering the barrels through the town.
You will notice the special curves in the distillation tubes that assists the Furglisation. It's to do with the angular velocity and the temperature of the Furgle tube. Scholars are referred to Addisons Old Tyme Elixir and Radish supply bulk barn.
And one doesn't have Triple Distillation and Furgling with out Piping in the Essences which Evangeline van Holsterin's vile nephew Throgmorton had purchased from Brian Thradgers Equine School.
Problems were 1)Is a donkey an equine? If this was an equine then so are Merry-Go-Round horses which would bite less and smell less. 2) Donkeys do not like bagpipes.
Who does like bagpipes, it turns out, is feral babies who emerged from under the Riddled Petanque Piazza and Non Equestrian sports centre (this means you, bleeding donkeys). I don't know how the feral babies had got under there and the library pixies also don't know although there was some sniggering from those quarters.
So a pretty normal week in the Christmas Ale process. We look forward to next week's nadgering the barrels through the town.
