Andy Parker

@tabamatu.bsky.social

Brewer and Author Founder of Elusive Brewing

We're having a clear out and I found my old Acer Aspire One Netbook - remember netbooks? Far too small to do much work on but looked pretty cool. Anyway, it powered on without a glitch. Windows 7 even awoke from sleep mode and was still showing and old work presentation! (pic nicked from eBay)

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Fuel costs to consumers always rise immediately when there's any kind of market event that increases crude prices but can take months to go down again when they recover. Funny, that. Those poor global oil companies with their tight margins and slim profits!

Watching Masterchef with bingo card at the ready. A tuile, giroles, stuffed courgette flower, samphire, pancetta, raviolo (single) and and any kind of puree required for a full house.

We ditched our home landline years ago, as 99% of the calls were spam. Family and friends had our mobile numbers. I'm now at the stage where our business one is 99% spam too (and thus impacts productivity) and considering ditching that, or just diverting it permanently to voicemail.

Wordle 1,527 6/6 ⬛🟨⬛🟨🟩 🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Stupid bloody game 😂. There were still two more options but got lucky.

One of my favourite days of the year tomorrow as we judge our birthday home brewing competition. Good luck if you've entered! Results will be posted from Elusive socials, probably around 5pm! :)

Today has been tough - waking up to news that one of my old classmates couldn’t face life any more. Please, no replies (I’m honestly fine) but I pray others can find the strength talk to folk if they’re struggling, no matter how hard that first step is x

QCing the batch of OT we’re sending to the CBoB final. I don’t know what else we can do with this beer. This batch is pure OT. We’re firing our absolute best shot and hoping for the best. That’s all we can do. To even be in the mix a brewing career highlight!

Driving up the M40 at around 6am the other morning and the overhead signs start warning of a cyclist. Sure enough, a mile or two along was a bloke cycling full pelt up the hard shoulder (with a police escort). The mind boggles. How did he get on there? Where was he going?