In which I get overexcited about a scourer

While Adrian was away (Belgium this time, on some beer judging panel) it seemed like the doorbell was ringing every two minutes (okay, slight exaggeration but still) and there would be some poor delivery guy standing in the pouring rain with yet another box. Beer, beer, beer and more beer.  Yes, Adrian gets sent a lot of beer. An awful lot of beer. Along with the odd jar of pickled onions. 
So he had this great opening ceremony when he got back last night and all of a sudden th...