Bleary-eyed and barely recovered from post-Glastonbury flu, I find myself in the departures room at Gatwick South Terminal at half five on a Thursday morning. In a bout of spontaneity a month earlier, I had booked flights to visit an old university friend in Berlin; not even bothering to consider the implications of needing toContinue reading “Ich bin ein Berliner (Weisse) – A beery tour of Germany’s capital”
Beeson On Beer 