If I had 70 beers to go

This week I have mostly been drinking the golden MGA down the old badger. This is a beer named for the famed British car and produced by cottage brewering co., who have an alarming arsenal of fart-inducing, gut-bloating, real ales. Part of me thinks that, like music, the modern world has got beer all wrong. Another part of me thinks that we have more better beer and better music than ever before. This is our gain and our loss. Plenitude can lead to blandness and complacency, but it can also inspire the heart and mind like Rachel’s boots enflame the senses. Rather like Celia’s eyes, as Ben Jonson found: Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup And I’ll not ask for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine;