SHAUN'S TASTING NOTES:
Oh God, this one has bits in. I've changed my mind, I don't want to do this any more. No. No, I have to. This is bigger than me. This is important work for culinary archeology.
Tell my Mum I love her.
SHAUN'S TASTING NOTES, ADDENDUM:
The Big Bastard lives up to its name, with an intense dishrag flavour and a mouthfeel more akin to al dente pasta than beer. The finish is apparently "three hours of psychosis," to judge by the lost time and the seventeen page handwritten diatribe on the mating habits of finches I found on my desk.
Excuse me. I must just pop to the loo.
For the seventeenth bloody time in an hour.