Now, Max is a Cider drinker. He likes a decent beer but, where Kentucky and I want to get a beer in whenever we reach the bar, Max says that whenever he sees a woman he always wants to get in cider. Kentucky taught me the art of homebrew too. We got a bru-heat from Sheffield one day and we were away: mashing and wotnot. I was always Igor to his Dr Frankenstein however and it would break my heart to see so much unfermented genius and gestating beer quaffed at parties by the un-cognoscienti who just wanted to neck it. These days it has to be said that ‘Kentucky don’t brew, but we think he should’, as the Clash nearly sang. And where’s me bru-heat gone, mama?