I love how I essentially said “I’m back bitches!” and then haven’t logged into this app since; I’ve found myself in the delicious headspace where I barely care to use social media in lieu of primarily reading books and exploring various crafts other happy potterings.

I'd forgotten how fucking hard it is to resurrect a neglected social media platform, especially when you never really got into it in the first place.

Surprise! I finished a number of pots last week that had sat in the brewery office for over a year, and they’re on my revived ceramics webshop—alongside other work that hasn’t been available for about two years—available now for your Christmas shopping perusal. lilywaite.co.uk/shop

Just from my experience over the last few days, I have had so many cis friends who have told me they’ve bought a badge and are doing this (two bought a badge whilst in my flat this evening). Cause confusion. Make the guidance unworkable. Protect your trans friends.

London brewery folk: does anyone have any good accountant recommendations? I'm in the market for a new, local firm.

Liminal spaces? Beer? Wine? A ferry? This zine's got it all! You should get one! www.pelliclemag.com/shop/a-place...

En route to BeerX—slept through my alarm so missed my train, then missed the replacement because my Uber driver took the wrong route. Not the best start 🫠🫠🫠

Brewery friends: does anyone have a Linx10 date coder they’re familiar with? I’m trying to get ours up and running and it’s fucking with my head.

I've tried to call the HMRC beer duty team several times after speaking to someone in another team, but every time I'm on hold it hangs up on me. I have—in theory—a very simple question about new brewery duty stuff; can anyone help pls?

London brewery friends, we might be in a bind for next week and may be looking to borrow some plain Ball cans to be returned shortly after. Anyone have a few pallets to hand they could spare a half pallet of? 😅

Just got sexually assaulted by a woman in one of my favourite pubs demanding to know my gender, before her friend squared up to me after repeatedly telling me “it wasn’t like that.” Fuck me being trans is exhausting.

First brewday brew deck selfie!

I am so incredibly obsessed with Alexander. Ho huch hahifacfion!!!

There’s a golden lab at the taproom right now called Graham. GRAHAM.

Caught up on last night’s ep of the Traitors and I legit think Alexander’s my favourite player of all three series so far

I just enjoyed a pint of Table Beer for a cool £7.40 a pint and fucking yikes

Wednesday is publication day at @pelliclemag.com and today we've got a really great deep dive into @roostersbrewco.bsky.social by @totalcurtis.bsky.social, edited by @lilywaite.bsky.social, with photography also by Matthew. www.pelliclemag.com/home/2025/1/...

In the week I’ve been off I’ve read two books, most of another (I started it last week), and started a fourth. I read one cover to cover yesterday, doing little else other than a big walk with the dogs. This has absolutely been the rest I’ve needed!

We’re in TimeOut! 💕 Lily chatted about the dire rate of progress within craft beer when it comes to inclusion (despite advocating for it for years), and how starting Queer Brewing offered a route to genuinely making a difference. www.timeout.com/uk/bars-and-...

Sophie Ellis-Bextor is the absolute worst best case scenario of NYE telly. Saltburn has a lot to answer for.

I am 100% now storming round the house eating anything in sight shouting “NEAT AND TIDY!” in a shrill northern accent

This is a pretty long thread, but this was a really uncomfortable and invasive experience. Occasionally shit like this happens—low-level parasocial overfamiliarity isn’t uncommon (why I don’t really do QB events/festivals now) —but every now and then something bigger like this happens.

I love how much our beer and our brewery means to so many people but trauma dumping, being incredibly overfamiliar, and invading personal space really ain’t it

I’m in the mood for an excellent pint of cask pale, but it’s such a crap shoot near us: various pubs will occasionally have good beer on cask and kept well, but there’s no knowing when or which pub. My kingdom for a City Arms, Salutation, or Robin.

There’s a 16 year old’s party happening two doors down and suddenly the whole party is chanting and singing along to Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night which feels… insane to me?

Big day today with the hot side going in. Ain’t no going back now—cannot fucking wait to be brewing our own beer at last.

Guess which bellend ate half a salted caramel brownie and half a creme brûlée cookie last night, resulting in an emergency trip to the vets?

Spent today working on our taproom ahead of reopening this weekend. It’s getting there—look how cute she is!!

I’m still working out this new site and I have a question: why does everyone’s handle include the name of the website? Have I misunderstood or is it entirely superfluous?

For my first bleet please allow me to boast of the incredible duck ragù I cooked last night before slathering it on fettuccine ricce and liberally dusting with pecorino romano