So, we decided to test the mini-keg by taking it to the jazz cellar, that underground jazz club where you bring your own booze and food. I had to disguise it so that it didn't look like a keg so I stuck a black cloth over teh top and a bit of a dog lead as a handle.
Here is Feargal at the entrance. No phonebox will ever be the same after entering this one.
And here we are pouring the first pint down the back of the jazz club. We attracted a bit of attention from other homebrewers admiring the settup. The keg stayed chilled throughout the night, probably will be a different story when I use it at the beach and at bbq's, we'll just have to drink faster....
And here we are in the carpark at the end of the night, all 18 pints consumed wholeheartedly. God bless all who sail in her.
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