The Ginger Man

Last night was one of those rare occasions where I was actually out drinking at a real bar. There was an Englishman and a Scotsman happily talking and drinking and enjoying the warm summer evening. It was a very pleasant evening. I didn’t get too blasted but I slept like …

1000 Words

Coming home. Coming home. I was coming home. Missed my train from Paddington and so I had a pint of Encore in the excellent Fuller’s station pub. It happened to coincide with a beautiful moment in history. Not Ingerland beating Colombia in the last 16, or Sweden in the Quarter …

Tactile

Men in general are tactile creatures. It maybe because they have 6-18 inches of swinging (English) Ham hanging between their legs that they get to play with it from an early age, or something else. But we like touching things. Breasts of course are obvious, gear knobs, knobs of any …

In the Pink

Glad to know Max gets in his AFDs before and after the barrel drinking. This is a blog about beer and drinking after all — except for the ones about Sarah and Rachel (not to be confused with rest-in-peace Lou and Rachel). So, we drink on, boats against the current …

Quench

So, for the mature session drinker such as myself, a long hill climb to Bedfordshire is where most evenings end. A little trip to heaven on the wings of my love, Prescott, after staring into the orange, yellow, and gold flames teasing the logs in the grate while supping the …