a little search for Burton IPA

Sometimes I do wonder what the hell I have done to deserve a passion for beer, the miles that I do, the gym sessions that I hate and a collection of glasses that really are becoming an issue.  Ok, so that’s the biggest crock of crap that I have ever written, I love it, but there must have been a black cat kicked somewhere. Certainly if luck had anything to do with this trip, we were shit out of it!   I really wanted to call this article “#fail”…