It all started with a Dagwood Dog…

After another wild night on the booze, I woke up feeling rubbish and confused, with people rushing around me carrying boxes of cider. There was a big microbrewery festival in Hobart, my uncle and auntie were showing off their cider, and I was invited! Or, at least, they didn't tell me I couldn't come. Before … Continue reading It all started with a Dagwood Dog…