Stumpys Brewery has moved premises - new address coming soon
Tel: 01329 664902
Mob: 07771 557378
History
The story behind the name
One evening when I was on duty as a Fireman in Gosport, I went to pick up the lads supper on my scooter. On my way to the ferry chip shop a car shot out of a side road and smashed into me shattering my left leg. I suffered severe blood loss so it was fortunate I was so close to Haslar Hospital.
Finally, a year and many operations later I was reasonably fit again and I returned to fire fighting until I left in 1976.
Missing the active life, it wasn't long before I was persuaded to do a parachute jump. Naturally I was extremely nervous, but as soon as I’d had that first jump I was hooked.
My favourite haunt was Shobden near Hereford. A couple of years running I went over to Germany for the Rhine Army Parachute Championships and jumped with the Red Berets.
One year we were doing a competition jump when at 50 feet one of the other parachutists lost control, his ’chute’
wrapping around mine and causing us both to fall to earth like lead balloons. My already weakened ankle took the worse of it.
Not wanting to miss out on more free jumps I continued the week with my ankle strapped up, chewing Iboprofen swilled down with beer!
I continued parachuting until 1987 and jumped more than 400 times. By 1996, with the pain in my ankle worse than ever, despite very strong pain killers (which don’t agree with real ale!), I agreed to have my ancle joint fixed solid.
5 operations later it hadn’t made any difference and in worsening pain I told them to ‘just take the damn thing off’.
So in 1998 I got legless!! I welcomed the few problems there are with prosthesis in return for NO PAIN! And so, my ‘loving’ family nicknamed me Stumpy....and it's stuck ever since!