The Drinking Man's Diary

The Drinking Man's Diary

Searching for the Perfect Pint?
Where is my drink (revisited) ?
Where is my drink (revisited) ?
So, to prepare for Max's visit, I had to go...
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We should be out boozing and pogoing …
We should be out boozing and pogoing …
This takes me back to the days when I used...
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WTF
WTF
So, I'm cruising round the town associated with that old...
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Kentucky Dry.
Kentucky Dry.
So Max arrived. Imagine his surprise. I had decided, in...
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Love is so simple, to quote a phrase;
Love is so simple, to quote a phrase;
So it's been over a year since I have mentioned...
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Texas Slappers!
Texas Slappers!
So in two days we'll be embarking on our first...
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They never thought it would happen
They never thought it would happen
You can't keep a good drinker down. It is clearly...
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Meanwhile, Max is mostly in love with …
Meanwhile, Max is mostly in love with …
A woman who definitively illustrates the previous post's argument: French...
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Foster The People
Foster The People
So this week's excitement involves seeing Foster The People at...
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Thank-you Johnny Rotten
Thank-you Johnny Rotten
When I was 14 a new personality crashed into the...
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The Drinking Man 50th Celebrations
The Drinking Man 50th Celebrations
So after working like a dog for months the beginning...
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The First Beer Order
The First Beer Order
So if you have been following this little tragedy you'll know...
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Why is life worth living?

Now, searching for fine wines and beers took me to Frenchie country recently and I was struck by the large number of Trappist beers in Lille. This is of course a Belgian tradition, which testifies to the supreme pleasure of beer in monastic orders. While there I also re-watched Manhattan, …

California Max!

So here I am in sunny California. The weather is amazing, the view from my beach front condo is beautiful, and the first evening of drinking has progressed well. Tonight I visited a pub called OB’s Pub & Grill in Manhattan Beach, Los Angeles, California. I had a few pints …

Is talking overrated?

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 …

Bob Dylan: 70 is the new 50

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 …

Four Faces of M

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 …

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 …

Too many knockers

Now, after a hard day’s work and getting it in the neck from all his work colleagues, Kentucky would say to me, “there’s too many knockers in the world.” No, no, I would have to say to him, as a breast man you should know there will never be too …

Max Moriarty

One of the nicest things Kentucky ever said to me was that I reminded him of Dean Moriarty in Kerouac’s On The Road: … the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything …

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 …

Crawl

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 …

The Famous 50 Pence Pint!

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 …

Perfect Pub

Now, Kentucky, Buffalo Mozarella and I were shooting the breeze while sitting in the garden of the Swan with one n at the front and two nn’s at the back. Spelling, eh? It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, Frenchie was hanging around the bogs, Bob was his usual laid-back self, …

A Perfect Pint of Homebrew

She said, “The secret to a perfect pint of homebrew is to strain the mulch through a pair of tights – preferably the ones I’m wearing now.” I said, over an empty bottle of vodka, “Rooky, Rooky, Rooky.” Best pint of homebrew I ever made.

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 …

Beer is Beauty

Now, many people know what they like when it comes to a pint. Malty, creamy, even yeasty. But how do you know if you have a perfect specimen in your hand down the pub? Well, Kentucky has the best advice. The simple test is to hold the beer up before …