This photo was taken rather early last Friday evening (8.30ish?). I am sure the landlord was happy to be drunk dry but us punters were thirsty and wanted more. The answer? I can't really remember. I think there was some Fuller's 1845 bottles and a few pints of Guinness involved and there must have been Orval as well as I have a few photos of Orval and a wine glass. I vaguely recall enjoying the Orval and being philosophical. It was almost like an Orval epiphany as I have always found it taste of wet dog or horse. I was pretty sauced up by this point in time and hadn't paused to eat anything either. So I must offer my most sincerest apologies to the guy I discussed fishing with (he knows who he is)... I was well out of order. Ponds were meant to be fished from!
My name is Tim, and I like beer. That includes all styles from ale to lager and craft to crap - I like it all. Sometimes I blog about beer too, but occationally I just like to rant about stuff. This blog is a collection of both beer and ranting. In January 2008, I made a new years resolution to document every different beer I consumed during the year. I believed this would enlighten me to drink better quality beer, sadly I felt like I was fast becoming a 
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Was Bell out Sparkler Fighting??
Yep, he was indeed. It was really just a ploy to keep tandleman at bay
Man, talk about perfect timing for an international pop hit!
Yep, that was a fucking shocker and no mistake.
The beers ran out one by one between 8 and 8.45. And then there were none. So bottles of Fullers 1845 were pressed into service. Then that ran out. So you drank Orval and your mates drank Guinness and Addlestones. Then you told me not to fish in my own pond. Then a bird from St Martin's tried to pull Big Andy. And then someone started waving around a big chorizo. Then it was home time.
I have various lame excuses about the beer running out, but essentially I just forgot to tap the extra, stand-by cask of Summer Lightning Eddie had specifically racked for the purpose.
Still, it's nice to start a day with four completely fresh casks of ale, and end it with water in the line...
PS. Hadn't read the full post when I commented - now to my amusement I see you did in fact reference the advice re: fishing!
Suffice to say say it fell on deaf ears...
PPS. You should have eaten the chorizo.
Pandy was like a dirty old fella with that bird. It was kinda crepy. I think Giles lured Pandy away with the promise of the giant chorizo.
BTW it wasn't a chorizo it was some Dusseldorf special that Giles's brother got from his Nan.
PS. Sorry about the fishing comment. I was well out of order. Good to hear you pulled a good one in though
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