Testing… testing, one, two… is this thing on?! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on this website. I can assure you while I’ve been on sabbatical from brewing The Jesus Beer, I’ve been hard at work behind the scenes planning for world domination… or something like that! My travels recently took me to […]

Exspectāns’ From ex (“out”) + spectō (“to look at”), frequentative of speciō (“to see”)/ verb. To wait for, to expect ‘Parousia’ pəˈruːzɪə/ noun: Parousia; plural noun: Parousias Greek, literally ‘being present’; another term for Second Coming. Well, today was my last day working for The Sheffield Brewery Company.  I first collaborated with the brewery back in 2015 as my fledgling home brewery was taking off and […]

Important information for our customers regarding The Last Supper As you are aware, Emmanuales has ceased production for various reasons, which I announced in March. I was hoping to celebrate and mark the occasion with the release of one, final beer: The Last Supper. Having returned from SIBA Beer X in March armed with a handful […]

I started Emmanuales in 2014 with big dreams.  I wanted to own a microbrewery, to join the great beer reformation.  Whilst brewing on my kitchen stovetop with friends on warm summers evenings, I would explain the grand vision:  To be a brewery with a difference; a brewery that brewed beers of biblical proportions in every aspect, where every […]

O come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant; O come ye, O come ye down to The Sheffield Brewery Company on Friday 8th December for something truly magnificent. Since our conception (perhaps not by virgin birth… wait, was that too far?!), we’ve dreamed of putting on an event of biblical proportions. So, this Christmas, we […]

Did any of you out there see Channel 4’s recent documentary on the Windsors? Making use of ‘footage of historical archived correspondence never before seen on national television’ – a mantra they clearly don’t want you to forget – the program uncovers the workings and dysfunctions of our biggest export, the Royal Family. One particular […]

Way back in the way back when, I used to wait with my mum for the bus home at the bottom of Castle Market in Sheffield. I’m convinced that she picked this spot for no other reason than irritating my tiny little nostrils with the thick, heavy stench that filled the air, which could only […]

In our more morbid moments, the wife and I like to discuss what tunes we’d like to be played at our funerals. Caught somewhere between Death Cab For Cutie and The Smiths, I am a little less decisive than my other half, who has firmly set her sights in Primal Scream’s gospel affair, ‘Moving On Up‘. And, with […]