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Posted by sean on 12/07/2014 at 10:25 pm in Cider with No Comments


Living in Somerset, generally anything goes. Although there are two strict rules. The first rule is that you never steal your neighbour’s cow. The second rule, and perhaps the most important, is that you never, ever, EVER drink cider with ice. I shamefully broke that rule this evening. Worse still, the crime was committed with the best cider you can buy – Sheppys Dabinett.

In my defence, the weather was extremely hot, I wanted to relax with a drink while watching the World Cup and there was nothing in the fridge. Given the extreme temperatures, a warm cider was not an option. If you find me guilty of this heinous crime, I will accept my punishment and exile myself back to York.

Posted by sean on 21/06/2011 at 10:02 pm in Cider, Football with No Comments


Dear Stuart Pearce,

Thank you for helping me win a bet with my friend Simon.

I must admit, when your England youngsters were minutes away from beating the Czech babies on Sunday, I did worry that you would still be in Denmark for the semi-finals this week, and I would lose my bet. However, as always, England can be relied upon to mess up.

I’ll enjoy my winnings, a bottle of Sheppy’s cider, soon.

Love Sean x

If anyone else wishes to place a bet with me for England success or a Manchester United victory over Barcelona, I will happily match any odds offered by Paddy Chandler or Fred Power. Be prepared to lose though.

Posted by sean on 12/03/2011 at 7:44 pm in Bath City, Cider, Life In Bath with No Comments


There will be more of a write up about today, my birthday, tomorrow.

However, yet again I am leaving it late for a Saturday blog as I will be going out at 8.

As was mentioned yesterday, there was no Bath City game to go to today, although I did go to Twerton Park to watch the City Academy play. It was free to get in and provided something of a football fix. It wasn’t the real thing, but like methadone for a crack addict, it provided a light relief. I watched the first half of game with a fellow City fan also mad enough to come down. The final 45 minutes I sat in the posh seats (yes, Twerton Park does have some) with the first team manager – one of the perks of following a non-league club.

I’ve been suffering with a cold for the rest of the day. I think this is the first time I have been unwell on my birthday during my life. Still, I’ll still go out this evening and infect everyone. A bottle of Sheppys and some curry or pizza will also help – after all, alcohol and junk food are proven to fix most ailments known to man.

Despite saying I would write about my birthday tomorrow, I think I have covered most things in tonight’s blog, with 21 minutes to spare before my ‘going out’ time.

Posted by sean on 05/01/2011 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?

Posted by sean on 16/08/2010 at 9:44 pm in Cider with 1 Comment


This evening was the closest I have every come to being a tramp.

No, I didn’t give up my IT job to start selling copies of The Big Issue…

On the way home from work, I popped into the local shops to buy a pack of Thatcher’s Gold Cider.

Immediately after paying, a homeless man approached the cashier and paid for his own cans of cider. Sure, mine was a quality cider made from apples in Somerset, while his was super strength paint-stripper made from robot tears in a car garage; but the principal was that we both bought cider. For shame.

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