Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Robots will pick Hops.
Robots will drink beer.
The orange rules have left crops rotting on the ground in this country. I suppose hops rotting in the air would be the same.
Call me old-fashioned, but I abhor food waste.
As I have never tasted either I feel I am not in a position to comment. (I keep telling you I have led a sheltered life: whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you).
No beer? At all?!
I so remember my first beer, and my head exploding. Wow.
I don't know about the beer trouble but I had another look at the tourists. The guy in the yellow jacket looks very German. He also looks like he lives with his mother, who is a very domineering woman.