Top tip: Skinner's Ginger Tosser was lovely, though slightly spoiled by the image of Paul Scholes I couldn't shake off. It's made with ginger (duh) and honey. Mmm. Top marks to the Hobson's Mild (tastes of nuts) and the various mindblowing chocolaty stouts and porters. No pork scratchings though, what an oversight for a beer festival.
After that it was back to my place to drink more fine ale and play records: REM's Document, some Burt Bacharach and Wire's Pink Flag. Which reminded me of their 'Field Day for the Sundays'. I imagine Mr. Giggs might empathise with the lyrics.
I wanna be a field day for the Sundays so they can fuck up my lifeEmbarass my wife, and leave a bad tasteThat striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday morningsI wanna be a target for the dailies so they can showPictures of me with a nude on page three, so lacking in tasteTouched up near the waist, looking as limp as Monday morning