By far the best beer I ever had was in India in 1980. Brewed locally, it was labeled as an IPA, but bore no resemblance to the gnat's piss that goes by the same label in England. Coincidentally, the same place served by far the worst wine I've ever tasted. Was probably good for cleaning shoes, though.
If you last that long, you will almost certainly have switched to wine by then. With beer, you'll spend so much time pissing that you won't actually drink enough to get a buzz.
After finishing basic training at Norton Manor Barracks in Somerset, we were allowed off camp. The nearest village was Norton Fitzwarren, the then home of Taunton Cider. The local pub would only let us have one half pint of cider each. I do not know why it was lethal, but boy did it hit home. We used to laugh at the landlord when he told us the scumpy (I don't think he called it that by the way) had horse shoes in it. We once spent the night trying to get some barrels of cider over the factory wall. Everyone on the outside got really excited as a barrel slowly was dropped over. Until we picked it up. The thick twats couldn't manage a full one so they put an empty on over instead! Down here we used to ask for a pint of "boilermakers" half of draft mild with a bottle of Manns brown on top.
Had the Thornbridge Bear State West Coast IPA 7% tonight. Highly recommended but I think I would not have more than two.
Oh dear, what a confused lad you are. It actually goes in the other end, if you aim right. At least half of the posters on here could help you, but you'd be too stubborn to listen. Again, things should improve as you start to mature. Good luck!
Dunno, I've been training a lot recently so I've not been drinking. When I was at uni, a pitcher of whatever beer was cheapest. In each hand. Now, whatever beer is in the establishment I'm in that isn't ****. I've managed a few pubs, so it's not like I'm some sort of novice. I know my ales and I know how to keep them.
You're very patronising considering you don't really know much about me. I probably know more about beer than you do, regardless of how much pish you wash down your gullet, I worked in the industry since I was 13 years old and learned pretty much everything there is to know about keeping real ale, pouring lager and preparing drinks. Some would say it was a wasted youth, but they've never had one of my Long Island Ice Teas...
I once had a Snakebite with Special Brew and Scrumpy while at a wedding at Ionians. That's as close as I'll have come to that. I'd never mix anything with Guinness, you either drink it unleaded or you have something else. Unless, as has already been stated, Boddingtons is on a hand pull, it shouldn't be consumed by anybody other than old blokes sat in social clubs in 1989.
I struggle getting my head around drinkers who have a dash of blackcurrent with Guiness so I'm headfucked at the thought that it mixes well with Boddies. Bitter & mild, that's a pint of mixed.
Or people who have a lemonade top. ****ing nonces. You're already drinking Carling, if you don't like the taste have something else.
Yeah, sure, that's a totally plausible argument, considering I (and several others on here) was/were drinking (and making, and serving) beer and most other varieties of alcohol almost 3 decades before you were conceived. The 60's were such innocent times ... you may have read about that. We were actually there. Yeah, youth is certainly wasted on the young. Have you yet taken the opportunity to teach your grandmother to suck eggs? Google it if you're confused. Are you mature enough to set yourself up as successfully as you are doing? You think that's patronizing?
So you've been on this Earth the better part of thirty years more than I have and it took me less than a day to work out how pish Boddington's is. Youth is wasted on the young. Yeah good one. Between running two successful businesses and getting a Masters degree I managed to work out in 3 hours what took you 3 decades. It's not an argument either, that suggests that you have a fair chance of being right. Still, as I'm a sporting chap I shall give you an opportunity to defend your beverage. Yeah the 60's were such innocent times; if you were a straight, white, middle class man from London.
