The Little Creatures brewery, feted for their epic pale ale, have brought out this cheeky little XPA.
Opens with a citrus flourish which gives way to notes of passion flower heralding the budding spring and making it an inviting September drop.
The Little Creatures brewery, feted for their epic pale ale, have brought out this cheeky little XPA.
Opens with a citrus flourish which gives way to notes of passion flower heralding the budding spring and making it an inviting September drop.
^ You were having a pint with John Malkovich?
Hump Day,roll on the weekend!
Let me entertain with another of my fascinating regales.
When the first ever tunnel was dug under the Thames, there was a big Black Tie party held under it, but in a pressurized system.
The champagne corks didn't pop.
The champagne didn't fizz.
Nobody knew why, but swilled it back regardless.
Only at the end of the night, with bellies full, did it suddenly, and embarrassingly, spring to life as they left.
Perhaps he's in pressurized system. Under the Thames. In an octopus's garden.
^^ Are you in Uzbekistan?
^^ A lot of tunneling is done under pressure, especially where the soil is likely to collapse such as the storm water system tunneled beneath Cairo in the sand.
But that reminds me... and I'm very bored with no-one to talk to...
When I worked on the channel tunnel (which was in chalk marl, not prone to collapse and therefore not tunnelled under pressure) there was one weekend when all the miners were very nervous... there had been some mystic in The Sun who had predicted some kind of disaster, which the miners had interpreted as the tunnel collapsing. They kept asking me if everything was OK? ... I was only a young geotech at the time, but had some kind of responsible look I guess. I re-assured them, but even at that tender age 30 odd years ago couldn't help but mention that anything could happen, mind you. We hit a fissure in the upper chalk and water started pissing through... and a load of miners started legging it back down the tunnel. Had to laugh... if I wasn't so shit scared as well.
I nearly had my worst industrial accident working in the channel tunnel. We worked about 3 miles out in what was called the cross-over chamber. I didn't work regular shifts so had to try and get out of the tunnel, back to the office, to finish up my work without waiting for the regular change of shift trains. The spoil trains from the TBMs passed by our work site every now and again carrying spoil from the tunnel face back to land, and each spoil train had what they called a 'manrider' carriage at it's end, just for people like me. These trains wouldn't stop for us as it was too difficult to start up again (and they were working to bonus) so just slowed down as they went past, and we had to jump into the back of the manrider while it was still moving.
One time I jumped in, skidded across the carriage and nearly went arse-over-tit out the other side, in front of another train coming from the opposite direction. A big miner stopped me heading out to a probable nasty death.
Investigation showed I'd skidded on a big, wet, slippery paddy turd. The paddy miners used to take their morning constitutionals in the manriders which were cleaner than the toilets on offer.
Whoops... to keep it on topic...
I wouldn't normally drink whisky from a pint glass, but that's all I have in this shitty place.
A dangerous combination... extreme boredom, a bottle of duty free and a pint glass!
And not even a dog for company.
Bold bubbly opening followed by a long fruity nose.
Miss Surabaya brought a Lambrusco style red over for an early spring evening sparkle.
^ No dog?
Fancy swapping lives for a while?
* and I'm saying that to you Looper... not to Miss Surabaya...
^I ended up in the doghouse with with my tail between my legs with Once Were Warriors woman Mendip.
She would have drunk me under the table so I will settle for some lightweight sparkling fizzante with my pint sized Indonesian.
Unless you get yer grog from a mom n pop outfit, best pickup Friday Night Fight Night's supply today due to the end of Buddhist lent tomorrow.
I had an American colleague brave the trip from the states and survive the 14 day quarantine and he brought me over a few bottles of Bourbon to replenish my supply. This is Jefferson's Cask Strength Bourbon is quite enjoyable.
^You know the Indo ladies Willy. You can give me the good oil.
What is this book she keeps on a display stand beside her bed at her place?
She told me it is the bible translated into bahasa but I suspect it may be some work of Islamic sorcery and that she will incant some ancient spells and proselytise me while I sleep
(yes I know I could google it but I choose to live in a state of mystery and wondering instead)
I was wandering through the shopping and found they were selling my absolute favourite favourite drink in the whole world with free beermug shaped shot glasses.
Championney
No need to add any honey or syrup to this poovelicious bad boy as it is sweet enough and then some
ALKITAB = BIBLE.
But it could be sorcery. But anything Islamic would be in Arabic
Indonesia differentiates Christian and Catholic as separate religions. Worth asking which one she is.
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