Where would I be without Brian Fog Cutter?
Now, I don't know about you but when I'm bobbing about on the bumpy briny sea, I like a little help in the dark, so where would I be without Brian Fog Cutter? Well, dashed on some darn rocks I should imagine, having been lured in by the beery voices of ale swigging sirens! You see I'm not a fully qualified sailor (yet), but I've traversed many an inland water way (two) and enclosed body of water (also 2). And if there's one thing I've learned; it's bloody hard to do it in the dark!
Young Brian started his early light life on a farm, many years ago when having candle light in cattle sheds became too much of a dangerous thing to do (build up of methane gas from cows breaking wind you see..). Little Brian would charge himself up like a dynamo and glow away like the daytime sun, allowing farmers to milk their cows in the early morning darkness. What a guy!
He then went traveling and whilst on a cross channel ferry, was commandeered to guide the ferry into port during an horrific tropical storm (yes, in the English Channel). Brian was awarded the keys to the town of Dieppe, given the honorary title of Sea Master by Stenna Line Ferries and a £10 voucher in the duty free shop.He became a nautical celebrity and was asked to go on many perilous journeys, but longed to be back on a farm providing light to lactate to.
This is where he happened upon my farm, deep in the Sussex countryside. He asked to help and I gratefully agreed. He came in super handy around the farm and we had many happy times, when one day a chap called Steve turned up and asked if he could build a marvellously magical brewery on the farm. Brian helped us clean up the yard and provided us with star-like brilliance by which we would brew in the cold, dark winter days. He was (and still is) such an integral part of the early Holler Boys and now Holler team, that we named my favourite beer after him and slapped a great piccy of him on the pump badge.