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Oh balls. Was not feeling great yesterday, and by 4pm I really wasn't feeling very well at all. This was no hangover - hangovers get better as the day goes on, not worse. A combination of too much beer, not enough sleep and far too much work combined with some very dodgy chicken wings from GBBF to lay me low. You know when you put something in your mouth and your whole body goes "hang on, this isn't right"? If you're going to GBBF, please avoid the hot wings stall. I spent most of IPA Day in my bathroom, and drank nothing stronger than water.

So I missed the Dean Swift dinner, which I'm very upset about. Here's the menu - read it, and you'll see why I was particularly unhappy not to be there:

Toulouse sausage Scotch egg
Keg Kernel Black IPA and Brew Dog AB:06

Calamari with sweet chilli mango sauce and timbale of avocado and crayfish
Brew Dog Punk IPA and Maui Big Swell

Goats cheese stuffed peppers
Kernel Centennial 100 and Kernel Centennial 2010

Tandoori chicken with a cauliflower veloute
Stone Ruination IPA

Lamb Mechoui
SWB Kahuna, Magic Rock Cannonball, Stone IPA, Sierra Nevada Torpedo, all on draught

Raspberry and Limoncello Jelly Tartlet
Mikkeller Sorachi Ace

I've never seen a beer style put through its paces like that, never seen such an ambitious beer and food matching menu. It would have been amazing. But this week, it would have killed me. I still feel dreadful this morning. Can't imagine how I'd feel if I'd attempted that.

But it does confirm the Dean Swift as one of London's most exciting beer pubs. I hope to eat there as soon as possible. And I hope they'll let me host a beer and food matching event with similar ambition in the near future.