The Drinking Man's Diary

The Drinking Man's Diary

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Drinking Highlights

Fuck! More Brunettes!
Well, I tried to get back to some blondes, but...
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21 Beers To Go
Well I think I might have under estimated the numbers...
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Not even Jesus
So a woman recently asked me that old question, if...
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South by Southwest is here again
South by Southwest, the tech-music-movie conference getting under way here...
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Anti – ci – pa – tion
So, we have debated Bond girls, but none of this...
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Wrap up warm
After THE wettest year on record in the UK, we...
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Pam Ann
I hope Max has perfected his air hostess (sorry, flight...
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The Hot Tub King
One of the neat things about having a bad back...
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To be or not to be sober
"Unless of course it seemed utterly impossible, one dreaded the...
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Recent Posts

Supping it up

Summing it up you might say, was Plato. The Swan scored well for its full body amour, its George Best penalty photo, and its quote above the door! Sagacity is for the well-watered drinking man by the Thames and not the parched and ignorant: or, as Plato did say, the …

Cotswolds No.1

But number one solid gold easy action was to be found at the Swan at Radcot. Nestling by a bridge on the Thames, it’s full of history and curios. Great beer garden: watch the boats sail through, watch the traffic over the bridge, watch the world go by. And wash …

Cotswolds No.3

So the crawl continues and we get to the top three pubs I visited in the Cotswolds on my late summer binge. Third prize goes to the Plough at Kelmscott. Just a pint of Doom Bar but a fantastic small village location near the William Morris house. And who doesn’t …

Venerable Cotswolds

Moving on to the Wheatsheaf at Northleach (must be a limerick there somewhere), this is another lovely posh C17th pub (they called them Inns) where you can buy a glass of francophile Viognier for nearly 8 quid, or a traditional beer for 4 (I think I had a Budding from …

Cotswold Cold

Ah, I hear you say, but what about the Plough at Cold Aston. It’s been through a difficult time but is now on the mend. Is that why they have a defibrilator in a red phone box over the road behind the old oak tree on what was once presumably …

Rachel and Denial

The closest connection I have with someone of  the “Arian Race” would be my long lost friend Kentucky who looks like one, but even he would not deny the Holocaust happened.  Who are these whack jobs that think it didn’t? The beautiful Rachel Weisz was amazing in this movie, probably …

Mellor Yellor

So, old boys rool, but some of ’em drool. Joe would be drawing his pension now; mellowed into his sagacity. Having just passed 67 (yep that’s when I will get mine), Joe would have been counting all his government spondulix with his guitar picking thumb! He’s probably up there in …

K2

It was forty years ago this month we went to Knebworth. Back of an open top van; freezing on the way home. But it was Zeppelin and it was great! Where did the time go….  

Hill to die on

So, I just got back from Oz and had to register my disgust at this advertisement. Kentucky told me a while back about this terrible new trend: fooling the lager drinker into buying a beer. But pity the poor unsuspecting ale drinker who orders this piss expecting a real drink. …

Johann Nepomuk Hummel, chattin’ away 19 and a dozen with his mates down at the pub every evening 1836; 1837, nothing

Here we are again with action from Max. If you recall I’ve been forced to limit my postings to once a month due to “Contractual Obligations.”  But they are not all a bad thing and there are a surprising number of great songs and skits are on Monty Python’s Contractual …

Timestamp

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch …

Great Date

Yes, well, it’s personal. For me the greatest date in history is the night Van Morrison payed the Filmore. It was on my 8th birthday at the beginning of the greatest decade in history. I couldn’t be there, but I can listen to the concert on the greatest night right …