No casks were on, so I mixed it up with one from each of the four food groups: Pink, Frothy, Hazy, Creamy.

... we are all going to have to deal with the Cask Zombie for another week ...

... a man of few words and fewer grins ...

There were some scary bartenders in Edinburgh who wouldn’t think twice before mocking a long-haired sassenach.

Although you may be unfortunate enough to experience a Cask Whisperer sighting, it is a bit like Bigfoot only with more hair; run before it chews your ears off!

I walked over to the railings looking out onto Hell Gate, pumped my fist into the air, and yelled out “Bowen!” before returning to my bench with a sheepish grin on my face.