I went to see Tommy Emmanuel today. That man isn't a guitarist, he's a hypnotist. If I wasn't grinning inanely at the stage my jaw was on the ground, or I was transfixed in a catatonic state. I can't really think of another concert I've seen where I've been 100% focussed on the stage without even a wafer of my surroundings or physical being occupying my consciousness - it happened a few times tonight.
I imagine seeing Les Paul in concert would have been similar if I could've got my arse to NYC and into the Iridium Jazz club before he passed away.
So after the show I refused a pub visit in favour of todays beer - so I could enjoy it on a clean palette, and because my left eyelid has been twitching on and off for over a fortnight, I need more sleep.
Turns out I could have popped to the pub for at least one (Sorry Steve! I owe you a beverage), as todays beer I have had in every calendar - and I am already very familiar with.
Wychwood Hobgoblin.
I'll say about Hobgoblin what I said in 2009.
"Silky smoothed and full bodied, malty sweetness with nutty flavours
before the hops hit, great colour, great smell - tasty and well rounded."
And that's all to say about it. It's still scoring well too.
10/10
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