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Despite warnings (in the press) of the UK being hit by Arctic conditions we've only had the annoying thing of a blizzard stopping everything, then melting. And repeat a couple of times, at least where I live in South Yorkshire.
But I still managed after work my walk down the village for a pints of wonderful Acorn Barnsley Gold, and Kelham Island Blondie (yes named after one of my pin-ups from the 70s/80s). Both hoppy and a little bitter.
Just how I like 'em: My barmaids sweet, my beer bitter.
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Well, I usually see this cheese-fest. Some sort of guilty 'pleasure' hooked up with a nostalgic tradition from childhood when we only had two tv channels! This year though the wife and I had too many recordings to catch up on, and after the passable (in a retro kind of way) UK entry, we took our leave. Just before bedtime I returned and the results were just starting, by which time sleep beckoned. I see we got five votes!
Anyway, going back to that childhood, I was turned off Eurovision as a nine year old, when I watched this charming creature get beaten by the Irish Dana, who my mother was rooting for.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lb0dBVWozRo
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