Thread: What are you drinking today?

Originally Posted by armstrong

Was Mendip excited to show you his rock?

Sip of a protein shake, with 1 set to go.

Half a duz cans of Sinhga/pee later as it's a Buddha day and I don't feel like drinking beer from a mug.

Originally Posted by armstrong

Was Mendip excited to show you his rock?

He tried to buy a round with that tortoise

Drinking Chilean Merlot. It’s very nice.

Originally Posted by Reg Dingle

He tried to buy a round with that tortoise

So he shelled out for a pint then?

Slowly.

Originally Posted by hallelujah

So he shelled out for a pint then?

Originally Posted by Edmond

Nice bits of rock there, Mendo.

Yer looking well.

My mother collected sand from different spots around the world, placed in Kodak film canisters, then in glass bottles in her home. I remember bringing her back film canisters of red sand from Petra, sand from Bondi beach, Phuket, she probably has some from Yellowstone, I'm not sure where else, so will actually send her a message now asking her and seeing if she still has them displayed as she'd moved to a few different homes as she's gotten elderly.

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My missus does the same.

As you can imagine, it was an absolute joy flying out of and around Colombia with countless bottles of white powder stashed in her luggage.

First whoosh of the day...

Originally Posted by Reg Dingle

He tried to buy a round with that tortoise

Originally Posted by hallelujah

As you can imagine, it was an absolute joy flying out of and around Colombia with countless bottles of white powder stashed in her luggage.

We were part of an evacuation out of northern Israel, must have been Oct/Nov 2000, everyone was having everything ripped apart by the Izzy army at the airport. The film canister of sand from Petra definitely got their attention.

Having never really handled explosives, besides French smuggled quarter sticks of dynamite while blowing up letterboxes at age 13, I remember thinking that I hope TNT doesn't look like fokin' red sand.

Then there was the guitar bag-case brimming with hardcore European pornography while getting on the ferry with my dad aged 16, after 2 months mountain biking and climbing in France and Spain. Van taken apart and everything laid out, sniffer dogs sniffing everything, everyone watching, if they bent down and zipped open the guitar bag a literal tidal wave of hardcore porn vids and mags would have swept us back to Andorra.

There are no atheists in foxholes.

Praise the lord!

Empires were built on European porno.

The Rocco Siffredi videos certainly made me enquire a bit more about my family lineage.

How can you wash down a dessert with a Leffe you Spoooons savage?

I see lots of comments at my expense today. You guys must have something better to do...?

Rhetorical, of course!


Anyway, each time we come over to Ol' Blighty I meet up with my oldest mate from school, and the daughter and I, me mate and his boy do an excursion. Two years ago it was HMS Victory in Portsmouth, last year was Warwick Castle and this year was the Fairford Air Show.

So yesterday we headed up to Gloucestershire to open proceedings with a few beers in Cheltenham, where he lives. His wife took the kids off our hands.

The first pint was this IPA that I cant remember the name of at a lovely pub, the name of which also alludes me.



The second pint was at The Beehive, another lovely boozer.



Where we had another couple IPAs, I think. Not sure if the beer was called The Hop Shed or if we were given un-matching glasses, but it was a good pint. In fact I don't think we had a bad pint all night, my bowels were good this morning, and we sampled a lot of different beers... there seems to be an endless amount of new breweries in the UK these days.



Next was another pub, the name of which I also forget but I do remember this lovely pair... of Mango IPAs. How can you not, coming from Thailand?



At the next venue my mate recommended this 'Deya', which I seem to remember was a good pint. I was particularly taken with the crocodile head glasses.



We made a strategic move outside so that I could 'collect' a glass, but the opportunity never arose.



However I did take the opportunity to relive meself in the first urinals of the night where I didn't have to stand on tiptoe! If you know what I mean.



The time went fast and it was time to head to the steak house where me mate's missus had booked us a table for 8pm.

We went a bit upmarket here and shared a bottle of Malbec.

I tried to go 'off menu' and asked for peas with my steak, and after a lot of kerfuffle it transpired that this wasn't possible. FFS, surely a place can keep a bag of frozen peas in the freezer? We shared a rocket salad instead. Strangely enough, the steaks came served on a piece of wood rather than a traditional plate and I wonder if they don't do peas purely because they would just roll off when serving? A bit short-sighted if you ask me.



And to finally put to bed any rumours that I may be a 'tightwad', and even tried to buy a pint with a 'tortoise'... I mean, WTAF... this was the bill... which I paid!

My mate had sorted out the airshow tickets at £75 each (kids free) and when I tried to reimburse him earlier he wouldn't let me, just said that I could pay for the meal instead. I must admit I thought I couldn't go wrong here, so agreed, no problem.

FFS...



I paid by tapping my card on this machine, as everyone seems to do in he UK these days, but forgot to add a tip. My mate was most put out by this... being his regular eatery, so I tactfully suggested he could leave the tip. Oh... he had no cash, and all I had was twenties, even more FFS.

Eventually I left a Scottish twenty that I'd had in my wallet since working up in Jockland back in February... Gregs in Weston-Super-Mare had already knocked it back claiming it was a fake, so to be honest I was quite glad to see the back of it. Maybe it was a good tip, or maybe it was no tip, but my conscience was clear.

Next up was a couple of pints of what looks like Hazy Jane in the first Wetherspoons of the night. Cheltenham has two, and despite the lower class of people you find in these places, I quite like them!



We went straight on to the second Wetherspoons but no pic of my Punk Brewdog (I think). My mate stupidly started a conversation with this really angry, ex-forces type, many issues and built like a brick shithouse. I didn't want to start taking pictures so we drank up fast and left.

Next up, another pub I forget the name of but remember having a Beavertown Neck Oil



Lovely pint... and what a glass!



And to finish up... another animal-themed pint and glass to match! How can you not?



A good night all round, and to top it off, when we got home we discovered that the kids had left a load of pizza!



And even after all that booze, I still remembered my diet and left the crusts!



I've gotta say though, after all that excitement it was good to get back down to Somerset tonight, and back to normality.

Originally Posted by Mendip

Next up was a couple of pints of what looks like Hazy Jane in the first Wetherspoons of the night. Cheltenham has two, and despite the lower class of people you find in these places, I quite like them!



We went straight on to the second Wetherspoons but no pic of my Punk Brewdog (I think). My mate stupidly started a conversation with this really angry, ex-forces type, many issues and built like a brick shithouse. I didn't want to start taking pictures so we drank up fast and left.

God bless Spoooons

Originally Posted by DrWilly

Youre not helping your tight arse reputation.

Theres a 10% service charge included on the bill.

Cant you read?

Originally Posted by taxexile

Theres a 10% service charge included on the bill.

So you wouldn’t tip either?


Telling.

What is a service charge if not a tip?

I believe it is law now in the UK for service charges to be evenly distributed amongst staff, including kitchen staff.

Telling

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Meaning what exactly?

Service charge = Tip

Yup, im sure that explanation works for folk in the service industry.


I’m sure my meaning is crystal clear.

When it is backed up by law it works fine, unless of course you are talking about the underpaid staff of the many grubby little restaurants in the uk run by less than honest owners in certain areas of the uk and employing staff whose right to work in the uk is open to discussion. It would be racist of me to identify towns such as leicester, rochdale, bradford and the east end of london where these practices are common.


...and no, your meaning is not at all crystal clear. Please enlighten me. If you are prepared to.

Sigh.

Youre a cheap cvnt.

Clear?

Bless the vineyards in Chile. Having a very nice Chilean Sauvignon Blanc.