Beer Travels with Adrian-Tierney-Jones

I made a note in my work diary the other day, reminding myself to start thinking about the latest column and oddly enough, spookily enough, Dr-Freud-is-in-the-house enough, I wrote down ‘think about beer outsider column’. What was I thinking about when I wrote down those words? Probably nothing was my initial reaction, but when I…

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Beer Travels with Adrian Tierney-Jones

There it is, your pride and joy, a well-oiled, two-wheeled monstrosity of a motor-bike. It is a Moto Guzzi perhaps, a Harley if that is your preference, or maybe a Triumph if you’re lucky. You get on it, both feet on the ground, push it off its stand, feel the light bounce of the suspension…

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Beer Travels on the page with Adrian Tierney-Jones

A blank page in front of me, inconsolable in its emptiness and hungry in its need for words. Not just any old words though, words that make sense and give meaning to the world I live in, in this case the world of beer through which I flow like a river on its way to…

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(Constrained) Beer Travels with Adrian Tierney-Jones

I first went to a beer festival when I was 20. It was in Cambridge and I was handed a half of Tiger bitter from Everard’s (I don’t know why I remember that). I took a couple of sips and left it. Around me, men, yes it was mainly men, whirled about in alcoholic contemplation,…

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Beer Travels with Adrian Tierney-Jones

What shall I write about? It has been a familiar refrain of mine during most of this unsettling, frustrating and bilious year. It has been a question that has sometimes been answered with memories of what now seems like those strange times when hopping on a train or a plane was as easy as drinking…

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