Beer, probably one of the best Blackadder episodes! I like Fosters, Budweiser, Becks and partial to a pint of Smiths every now and then.
When I was 16, I vomited several cans of cheap frothy lager into one of those Jackson's carrier bags with the holes in the bottom. This was on my lap. One of the most degrading experiences of my life.
When I was about four or five I asked for a sip of someone's drink. It was Special Brew, and I now drink spirits because I couldn't touch lager or beer until a couple of years ago.
Similar experience with Cider for me. Very nearly vomited on a hedgehog, and then became rather unconscious in a toilet. Just the smell of it now...nope.
You could have gone for the grand slam. My mate Strokesy used to grand slam most weeks. That's where you vom, piss and **** yourself more or less at the same time. Pure class.
most references to lager so far but as for ale or beer, you could do a lot worse than a chilled theakston's old peculiar. i had 5 pints of that in a pub (with food) whilst holidaying in bowness and woke up shoeless and sockless on the banks of Windermere.
I had to take a break from snogging some wench in Spiders once, to have a bit of sick. No **** or piss though. Oh no, wait, there was piss... At a house party, I got really drunk and got sent to bed (like a naughty boy) then everybody carried on the party whilst I was a pissed snoring tosser. I then got out of bed (sleepwalking) and started to wee on the floor (carpets and all). "What are you doing?" they all asked. "Having a wee" I said. I then went back to bed and was told all about it in the morning, can't remember it. People were scrubbing the carpet with Mr Muscle for sometime into the night. This was in some posh bird's house in Walkington too, so I ****ed it right up basically.
I like an ale too. Theakston's Old Peculiar available of course in the Ye Olde White Hart, a nice drop. I also like Hobgoblin a lot. Willing to give any of the darker guest ales a pop if the pub does them.
I enjoyed a few bottles of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale when I was in the states recently. Seems they sell it at Asda... Beer always tastes better when it's unpasteurised. NFU, if you go back to Prague to drink you could do a lot worse than go to this place The Golden Tiger, just don't expect a seat. No pint of Guinness I've had has ever come close to the pint you get free after you've toured the storehouse in Dublin. Also on the recent trip to the US, I drove very close to Lynchburg, Tennessee and thought about taking a free tour of the Jack Daniels distillery. I found out that Lynchburg is in a dry county and thought "what's the point?"
It takes a special kind of animal to grand slam so no shame there pal. Two out of three is pretty impressive but to complete the holy trinity is for the true hard core. The same bloke once barfed on a birds head whilst she noshed him off. Like I say the man was high class.
Cant beat those cheeky lil cheap stubby fkers for midweek in house footy!.Am a european lager man myself though adore Hobgoblin and a right royal good night in wellington working through their menu!
Oh God. No, I don't hold a candle to this geezer. Probably a good thing. Besides, I haven't done anything vaguely interesting, drink-wise, for probably 5 years now as I grew up and got boring. My friends constantly remind me of this. Thankfully, I no longer crumble to peer pressure.
He used to drive a Ford Capri and his girlfriend looked like a bloke. I'm not remotely kidding. When he first walked into our local with this lass one of the boys asked him who is mate was. He was mortified for a bit but after a few Kronenbergs admitted she looked like a docker in drag. Great bloke.
Always been a fan of peroni nastro azzurro, but it's gone a bit trendy now. Not tried their other beers but gran riserva come in at 6.6%. Also agree with the fans of brahma and I've always got some big bottles of san miguel in the fridge.
I was poised to see Christmas day '93 in, wrapped in the arms of a quite frankly gorgeous Irish waitress called Maria (jet black hair and green eyes) but unfortunately mid canoodle, too much southern comfort led me to projectile vomit on her slate flagged kitchen floor. The walk home at midnight was sobering as was opening my sisters Christmas gift to me in the morning, 1litre of the ******* stuff!
