So, I went to the beer festival last night in the spirit of experiment, and my body seems to be basically able to deal with alcohol again. What a relief. Although I'm still somewhat more hung over than I would expect from the amount of beer I drank, but that's easy to explain just because it was a beerfest rather than a normal pub. Beer festivals are the only place I've ever found where you can suffer a mixed-drinks hangover after drinking nothing but beer!

Just like last year, I attempted to find a comfortable way to sit on the floor with everyone else, and failed. Next year I ought to try bringing along something comfortable to sit on. A folding chair, perhaps, or a shooting-stick.

And, of course, just like last year it suddenly decided to bucket down with rain and the inside of the tent got very crowded. Next year the organisers should have a quiet word with that Thor chappy. Perhaps a couple of complimentary firkins might persuade him to keep his hammer to himself for the requisite few days.