We all dream.

I dream of beer making equipment. I dream of an era in which bottling is a thing of the past, the unseemly towering stacks of motley empty bottles replaced by handsome corny kegs. I dream of a refrigerator that maintains a cool 35 degrees to lager my beer. I dream that in the corner of my living room there are shiny chrome tap handles protruding from a mini-fridge, pouring pints of brown and black and amber foamy liquid.

I dream that I have a shit load more money so I can afford all this.