I dropped my two teenage kids off at school today. It was pouring down with rain and my son was wearing a T-Shirt and my daughter was wearing something equally unsuitable for the downpour. I was worried about them getting soaked but they didn’t mind at all. Earlier in the …
Now, Kentucky is firmly back on the booze again after some abstemious days. And to judge by his recycling box he may be overdoing it.
Now, the indie jukebox down at the Onion in Universe city was fantastic, with The Passenger and Bankrobber and many a classic. My favourite was an obscure double album called the Four Faces of M, an early and little known LP by a young Matthew Kelly. A lost classic that …
Last night I took my son to see Mr. Bob Dylan at The New Backyard in Austin. Wow what a great show – performed under the warm evening sky in the beautiful Texas Hill Country, Bob and his band were amazing. He played a great mixture of his classics and …
At the Dylan concert last night, Bob addressed the audience once (and it was during the encore): thank-you friends, let me introduce the band. Of course he did plenty of singing in between. Now compare this to my constant jibber jabbering, and it becomes clear that we have two very …
Now, Max is the man with the magic. There are more tricks up his sleeve than we’ve all had hot dinners. But there’s one trick he’s never attempted. We called it ‘The Maclad laughs’. Inspired no doubt by a Syd Barrett song, our long lost moustachioed biker boy Jezzer kept …
We all know that Kentucky is the Classics expert. The Consul has some learning of course, but when it comes to the Classics, Kentucky is always our man. When he first uttered the phrase to me “In vino veritas” I knew these were important words. Maybe not as defining as …
If you roll back the clock far enough you will be able to hear those naive words of “Betting Man Max” that beer only costs 50 pence a pint down Burley road. The Consul, of course, took on the bet and naturally Max lost – as he always did in …
Now, not many tasty things have come out of New York State, but I know one: Buffalo Mozzarella.
Kentucky, The Consul and I had some wonderful beer and great times at The Little Park. Old Will still wouldn’t get a round in, but I have some fond memories of that perfect pub. But today not only is it long gone, I can’t find one single photo of it …
One of the finest ways to drink your beer is whilst listening to great music. This is even more true if the music is live. The problem is that seldom do music venues serve good beer. To get around this, we use to think that it was wise to drink …
I know how happy The Consul is about David Cameron winning the recent elections in the UK. This drinking man is looking forward to seeing Sarah Palin in 2012. I’m not sure about her politics, but you have to admire her cleavage. As Kentucky is fond of reminding me “Large …
In simpler but perhaps happier times we used to drink in a pub named Whitelocks Whiteheat. The pub had a huge copper bar and, behind it, a raised floor to prevent the barstaff from being attacked as beer and money were handed over. Indeed, it was in this very establishment …
Kentucky smiled wryly as I retorted – “Kentucky there’s another one of your lines!” We were both watching Annie Hall, which along with Manhattan and Broadway Danny Rose are my favorite Woody Allen movies, and these lines kept coming up that I had laughed at over the years. It turns …
I always appreciate it when The Consul can keep off the tail for more than twenty minutes to make a post. His comments regarding wine reminded me of the time a few summers ago when I started drinking wine exclusively. It was a sad time for this Drinking Man for …
So one thing that happens when you drink is things have a habit of looking better. The Beer Goggle Test is a perfect example of this. So I could be way out of line here, but as much as I love and respect The Consul, I think when it comes …
I often use to notice that after a heavy drinking session (and sometimes before) the Consul liked to dine on a Poor Man’s Surf and Turf. Sometimes a simple turf and chips was enough, so long as the turf itself was battered. An establishment often frequented by the Drinking Man …
“I only drink to excess.” This was one of my favorite phrases back in my college days. In those days Kentucky and I had a slightly different focus and drinking as much as we could was a big part of why we went out. This was the time that Kentucky …
The Rolling English Road Before the Romans came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. A reeling road, a rockin’ road, that rambles round the backs, And in its dust the Consul ran, Kentucky, Bob and Max; A merry road, a …
The tricky thing when searching for the Perfect Pint is that after a few beers you tend to lose your edge. This was made as clear as the fine session beer, Greene King IPA, when Kentucky, Bob, and myself met up with The Consul at his amazing bachelor pad. We …
With a nutty flavour reminiscent of Bath’s Gem ale, Ringwood is a fine New Forest brew. A perfect pint is a joy for ever but when consumed in quantity it has worrying side effects unfortunately. Max for example liked the Ringwood a little too much and became enamoured of the …
This was something that amazed both Max and me. We were sat sitting in the beer garden at The Swan when a posse of traditionally dressed German girls came over and offered to invade Poland for us.
For a drinking man, searching for the perfect pint can become a religious experience. When Max explained this to a member of his local nunnery, she revealed to him a religious experience that he hadn’t yet had. “Lord in ‘is ‘eaven,” he exclaimed.
We were there when the Wars of the Roses were over – still fighting, but this time it was 7.5% perry, hangovers and gout. Luckily with Bob’s help and plenty of fried egg sandwiches we prevailed.
During a lull from the serious business of searching for the Perfect Pint, I noticed Bob playing tenderly with his ring. I asked him if he had recently had it polished. It brought back memories of the old college days when Bob had a very loose ring. The way his …
Bob saw this girl at The Warehouse. She was incredibly attractive. Fortified by an evening of heavy drinking, he went up to her, started to dance, and asked her out. They decided to meet at The Fav the following evening. He told me she really was gorgeous! The next evening …
One of the great heroines of beer drinking was my good friend Joan. I was reminded tonight of how she stood up for women’s rights in a pub when dealing with a particularly cranky landlord in the Barley Mow. The landlord, a crusty one legged character aptly known as Stumpy, …
The Punch Bowl looked inviting: not too busy, a good selection of well-priced beers and punctuation was optional. “Slappers, fucking slappers”, Max exploded inside. “Give it the one eye, no ambience – nothing! Plenty of minge but not the minge we want Kentucky. I’m appalled by this pub. A crime …
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