I wasn’t able to make it to the first two Twissup sessions – in Sheffield and Burton – for various schedule-related reasons, so imagine my delight when the next one was arranged for Manchester and / or Huddersfield; the former right on my doorstep, the latter within easy travelling distance by train. A fresh opportunity to meet up with a bunch of fellow beer-bloggers, down a few pints and shoot the breeze all day in good company, right on my doorstep? Nothing could stop me this time, surely?

Well, nothing that is except the fact that six months ago Jo and I picked a random weekend in October to go up to the Lake District, in order to use up this year’s allocation of holiday club points (it’s a semi-timeshare thing we joined ten years ago) and decided to pick the weekend of October 23rd. Which is, of course, now officially designated Manchester / Huddersfield Twissup weekend…

Long story short: can’t change the Lake District booking. Can’t attend the Manc / Hudd Twissup.

In the immortal words of Edmund Blackadder: I think the phrase rhymes with “clucking bell”.