Aaah, home brew! When I was poor and newly married we made our own beer. One night we awoke to a noise we thought was a car accident outside. Found the living room awash with beer and bits of glass embedded in the furniture as a gallon jar had exploded. Fortunate that we hadn't been in there at the time. We gave up after that! Another good thing was that it was a furnished let and the stuff was in a ratty state anyway ( a previous tenant had taken a knife to most of the furniture during a "domestic" - well it was Peckham!) so the landlord didn't gripe!
RtS