I used to brew those big tins of Tom Paxton in a plastic bin under the stairs and scoop a tankardful out when I fancied a pint. I did manage to bottle some of it occasionally. The haze was legendary. Any more than three gave you a king-sized headache. Summat to do with lack of temperature control, higher alcohols and fusel oil if I remember correctly... And just maybe that extra pound of sugar...

Our school librarian used to make a massive brew in his bath. His breakfast was two pints scooped straight from the tub. He always did look a bit delicate at work.

Jayz, we knew how to live!