Posted by sean on January 5, 2011 at 7:59 pm in Cider, Fun At Home with No Comments


Amongst many of the Christmas gifts I received last month, was a magnetic bottle opener which sticks to the fridge – or in my case, the water boiler. As the name suggests, it is used to open bottles of beer, cider, coke and whatever else people drink.

I tested out the contraption at the weekend, with a bottle of Sheppy’s cider, which Simon had brought round. It certainly removed the lid of the bottle. However, in doing so showered not only me, but my entire kitchen with cider.

I thought I had got away with it and cleaned up everything I could see at the time, but upon investigation this afternoon, one of the walls in the kitchen has taken a direct hit and looks like a scene from a Freddy Krueger film. That is, if Freddy Krueger slashed apples with his knife glove.

Needless to say, I will be a lot more careful next time. Upon reflection, I am wondering if I opened the bottle incorrectly. I’ll try it again next time I fancy a drink and will make sure I give the bottle a good, strong shake for luck. What could possibly go wrong?

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