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You guys know Bacchus right? He’s a bit like Dionysus and Liber. Well, he’s identified with them at any rate. It’s a mythology thing. Anyway, there’s a whole ‘scene’ you need to ‘do’ if you’re down with Bacchus and his insubstantial ethereal crew. We’re talking orgiastic rites here; roast suckling pigs, indulgence, hedonism, wine, booze, and lascivious doings. You know you love lascivious doings.

EVERYONE LOVES LASCIVIOUS DOINGS.

Not ascetics obviously, but everyone else. My point is that it’s the Ruddington Beer Festival soon and everyone should come and enjoy the… uh, beer. I can’t promise ecstatic rites or high level debauchery. I can’t really promise anything outside of beer, cider and maybe some Perry. To be honest the whole comparison with Bacchanalia is mightily flawed and, while there may be hotdogs and burgers, it’s unlikely that there’ll be any orgies going on.

There will be beer though. Real Ale made in garden sheds the length and longth of Britain. Grog of such vintage that it will make your fillings hurt and the world rotate ninety degrees with no warning whatsoever.

Did I ever tell you you’re my besht mate?