Dylan and Ryan have been bonding over making a new batch of home brew. It has been merrily bubbling and “blooping” in our living room for weeks, snugly wrapped in a sleeping bag, waiting patiently for our two protagonists to organise their social calendars already and bottle him up. They monopolised the bathroom to clean and sterilise the bottles, Ryan making some pretty pop art out of the discarded labels. Then the merry brew was poured, sugared and bottled. There is something so satisfying about it all being bottled away and stacked in the crates, I’m sure if I was a beer drinker this would not be the satisfying part…so Dylan how about some home brew cider?
