Patient Painting

It is a little known fact that Kentucky studied medicine as a subsidiary at the Fried Chicken College. So, now he’s back from wanking down Palestine way, it seems he’s decided to make a clean breast of it and take up Painting and Doctoring. This admirably combines his interests as …

Beirut Bob

So, apparently Kentucky has had to continue in hiding after the incident with the nuns (see my last post). Turns out he and Frenchie hot footed it over to Lebanon. Kentucky has to stay incognito after the nunnery massacre, hence the beard and the eyes whiteout, but they still have …

womensdiary

So I met these girls the other day and told them about our website. They said they thought it was sexist and they were going to set up a drinkingwomansdiary page. I ordered them a pitcher of beer and said that was great as long as it had pictures of …

Signage

Anyway, so these women diarists told me we were living in a gestapo khazi and that the first thing they were going to do was proclaim their new website with banners all around the Fatherland. Check it out.

AFD

Meanwhile, it seems Kentucky has the man-flu. More like the motherfucker of a hangover after a few too many benders I reckon. Time to get the calendar out and start marking down some alcohol free days.

Two pints a day

Now, not all beer blogs are the same I find from eyeing up the competition: twopintsaday.com By contrast we certainly do not aim to have as much straightforward and helpful information as possible. We aim merely to commemorate the lonely search for perfection … such as is found in the …

Finger

Now, my last post prompted Kentucky down the Crown & Sceptre to divulge that his nickname at school was ‘fudge’. The schoolbully would sing to him this golden ditty and smile suggestively: ‘A finger of Fudge is just enough to give the girls a treat. A finger of Fudge is …

Evil&Wicked

Now, two of the finest drinking companions you could ever have known were Wicked Sarah and Evil Monica, a pair of economists from our undergraduate days. They both lived up to their names yet somehow one of them seemed like your dreams come true and the other one seemed like …

Pasta Bowl

Now, there were two bogs in our Bailey prison wing. There was Jacko’s bog and there was Ching’s bog. Neither of these august gentlemen consorted with the likes of us and we respected them for that. At this particular drinking session we wouldn’t have consorted with us either. Kentucky had …

Green beer

Now, I was chatting in the bogs with Frenchie again. He was extolling the value of red wine for the heart. I said, “I drink a bottle a day, my fine-feathered French friend”, but for the sake of the planet we need to drink more beer in Blighty. We only …

Homebrew

Now, Max is a Cider drinker. He likes a decent beer but, where Kentucky and I want to get a beer in whenever we reach the bar, Max says that whenever he sees a woman he always wants to get in cider. Kentucky taught me the art of homebrew too. …