It’s been one hell of a month: 13-hour workdays, passive-aggressive Teams messages, and enough stress to make even a session IPA feel like rocket fuel. So, I cracked open some cans, hit record, and things got… interesting.
This episode, I share some utterly surreal personal news (spoiler: I may or may not be the new host of MasterChef), shout out some cracking comedy shows from Amelia Bayler and Kate Hammer, and recount a much-needed escape to leafy Dunblane.
Of course, there’s beer — a ridiculous lineup ranging from turnip-scented despair to liquid gold, with tasting notes that veer from “angel jizz” to “the beer equivalent of a skateboard to the back of the head.”
It’s chaotic, unfiltered, and very possibly career-ending. Pour yourself something strong and join me.