I make a lot of cider. The sugars in apple juice ferment if you glare at them harshly. You hardly need yeast. Mind, it needs back sweetening 'cos fermenting all the sugars out leaves you with a flat, tart, cloudy fluid. Strong mind. I sometimes add fruit to the mash but I can't say it really improves things. Don't use cider kits. They're all ****. Use 100% apple juice like Copella.
Twill be me. I've made a solemn promise to go to dance classes with the mrs to learn to do salsa and other dances. I was pissed at the time and she's holding me to it.
I can dance bradydont worry about that. One of the finest stompers Henrys has ever seen. I'm looking forward to it.
that's always been a worry of mine can i dance? i've had no experience, once you're out of the immature clubbing scene
Once we get in and setttled i'll let you know where and when. A man should be able to dance. I've got a mate who's been going years he's banging himself daft with the amount of spare
i love staring into space and witnessing the plasmic effects of the stars sometimes i think, should i try and change the world but i see the nebula cluster and think, what if
I give up. I just don't know what the **** is going on anymore. I'm all at sea. Posters that I thought were stand up decent geezers discussing their dance moves. FFS.
I don't dance anymore. Dodgy plates. But, oh, the grace, the poise, the postures, of the dancer. The intricate, complex, labyrinthine movements. The ripple of muscle. The flexing of limb. The intensity. The expression of a deep, animalistic, pre-conscious mind. The totality of man at one with himself and at one with nature. The dance. I'm filling up here.
At least you gaylords will be able to use the opportunity of dance to get up close and personal. To other gaylords.
Nowt wrong with a bit of dancing and throwing your lady around the floor. IMO, I think some on here have to prove their masculine side by ridiculing others. We are in the year 2015 not stuck in 1934.