Perfection

So stories will be told about the 50th birthday celebration of 2013, but they will not come close to my memory of the fortnight I have just spent in England. My view might be clouded or viewed with rose colored classes, we can even call it “Max’s World”. If I was to sum it up with one word it would be: Perfection. It was not about the high-class hookers, the fences, the hens, the pristine British countryside, the fish & chips, the sausage sandwiches, the seven beds in fourteen nights, the eleven episodes of Life and Sarah, the Beaver Tapes, the crushing pool defeat, the Oxford Comma, or even Broadway Danny Rose. These all added to the magic of course, but in the end I will most remember a friendship strengthened and some of the best beer in the world. Thank-you Consul for making 50 so perfect.