There are few things as beautiful as a perfect pour of Guinness—and recently, I discovered that there are few things funnier than an absolutely awful pour. Enter: @shitlondonguinness, chronicling the many pubs that don't pass muster. Oh, lads...
Brandy was my childhood stuffed puppy dog, and named after my dad’s beloved St. Bernard. Pictured is Puppy, a clone of Brandy that came from grandparents house. The duplicate canine was sourced after Brandy was left behind at grandma‘s and had to be mailed home. I think the idea was to have one at both locales.
