Apologies for the lack of updates. I’ve been chained to a radiator trying to broker a peace deal between two warring factions in a country you’ve never heard of.

Being chained to a permanently on radiator has given me not only time to reflect, but also to re-evaluate what Beer Bore is all about… and it’s worth the Waite.

I’ve decided to reinvent myself as an online influencer.

Unfortunately, I have a face like a slapped arse and an arse like two badly parked Volkswagen Beetles, so parading around in yoga pants and a crop top is simply not going to happen. However, I have been researching the potential of another niche that requires minimal effort and allows you to get away with being an ugly charisma vacuum, so I’ve decided that from now on my “thing” is being a fez wearing, corpse-paint-bedecked singing pub reviewer.

You’ll still get all the out-of-date, illiterate pub reviews and latest news you were accustomed to three years ago but now I’ll be singing them while dressed like a twat.