When you're twenty-something you're in the wilderness years, not a child but not yet a parent either. There are certain social occasions that are lost on you. Unless you're un basher de bible, Easter is just such a time. In the absence of overexcited little people and mass-produced chocolate eggs, myself and a couple of compadres will be boarding a train to somewhere in GPB (Grim Provincial Britain) for a proper booze-up. I have the largest brewpub in Europe and a beer festival on a barge in my sights, but need to clear it with the others and my pals have now been duped into accompanying me.
I've got nothing for you today, but feel free to continue the discussion about old men farting at beer festivals.
I thirst (John 19:28).
Never trust people who think beer subdivides into "lager", "bitter" and "Guinness".
Never trust people who say they like chain bars because "they always know what they're getting".
Never trust people who list "socialising" as an interest on their CV.
Never trust people who can't give a straightforward answer when you ask them where they're from.
Never trust people who invite you on skiing trips when you have never expressed any interest in the sport (or indeed their company).
Never trust blokes who try and ban the c-word from conversation because their bird doesn't like it (just say it more).
Never trust people who "don't like to lose control".
Finally and most importantly, never, ever trust people who don't drink beer, unless they have a very good excuse - and for the avoidance of doubt, being an uptight, miserable sod is not a very good excuse.
7 comments:
That'll be Peterborough then. I don't think Oakham is the largest in Europe now, and I'm not convinced it ever was, but their beers are superb so I'll let 'em off. Charters is a slightly surreal experience but also highly recommended... although i've not been to Peterborough for nigh on 5 years so it may be crap now?!
Also, it may be your last chance to do Oakham as it's scheduled for compulsory purchase in order to build some concrete shrine to capitalism in it's place, I think they call them shopping centres.
I've never had a bad Oakham beer and their bar at the GBBF was the most fun by far. And as you say, it seems the Brewery Tap looks set to be demolished.
Very short sighted of the local council, I must say. Towns and cities need to hang on to and promote the things that make them stand out, and it seems to me that in Peterborough's case a massive brewpub producing first class ales fits the bill.
What's that Oakham wheat ale? White Dwarf, is it? That's bloody magic!
Just noticed my local up here in Bucks has Gale's Festival Mild on, so going to neck a pint of that then head up to the Hop Pole in Aylesbury for their festival, which hopefully will be relatively guff-free.
Coach, you're right, Oakham's wheat beer is called White Dwarf. I reviewed it back in July.
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I thirst or Ich durstet in the german, having just returned from Paris singing the St john Passion evangelist. Did not think that would crop up on your blog mark you. Still, easter, eh? Let's get battered. In the name of research.
Ich dürste.
More likely: ich habe Durst.
Or: Durst wecken (to arouse a thirst).
Curious to hear about the GPB farts.
Gute Nacht.
Ancient german is an unusual creature. It is Mich Dürstet in Bach's score.
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