You have no sense of adventure mate.
I may even pop in again today and try a pint of it…my curiousity is getting the better of me.
Watch this space.
You have no sense of adventure mate.
I may even pop in again today and try a pint of it…my curiousity is getting the better of me.
Watch this space.
Speaking of stout, does anyone remember Mackeson’s? Both my grandmothers liked a glass or two down the Red Lion back then. When I was quite young, I once took a mouthful and decided there and then never again. While I’m in the confessional, I don’t like Guinness that much either
I thought I did. I bought a bottle of rum the other day, aged in burbourn barrels with hints of vanilla and toasted caramel.
Only purchased to support local industry, you understand.
Lots of years ago I had an elderly relative in hospital due to lack of iron in the blood, he got a bottle of “Mackie Stout” to drink everyday on Doctors orders.
Made of Iron that stuff.
Personally I find any kind of stout, including Guinness too heavy so I keep well away from it.
My old Granda used to like a Mackeson, or a Macky as he used to call it.
I remember tasting it as a kid and hating it.
I like a Guinness now and again, but you don’t drink it…you eat it.
It’s true what they say that it tastes different in Eire, I always used to get a couple of pint at nights when I did the Irish run on Brit European.
I used to park regularly in Asbourne about 10 miles out of Dublin, there was an old pub there with traditional old Irish bands on,.whenever I have a Guiness it takes me back there
If not a regular stout drinker it can be like a 3 course meal also good for cleaning the pipes out
That’s my experience
Start the night on Guinness and when it’s starts to feel heavy finish the night on Newcastle Brown
Oh Jeez no I have a lot of bad history with Newcy Broon… so much so the wife has banned me from drinking it.
After about 4 bottles I want to fight with everybody, then I go home and sleepwalk and pi55 in her giant plant on the landing when I get up through night…(not intentionally obvs.)
So I’m out tonight to watch the Toon game…and she is with me, so I’m on my best behaviour.
Incidentally the Rhubarb Beer aint on tonight, but I’ve tried this and I recommend it …just hope I avoid the plant later on.
You said it
There is one the local pubs that have Southwold it’s another very agreeable import.I’ll find out if they are doing the winter brew.But the Youngs offering is second to none while Fullers don’t need it with the usual draught ESB.
Winter brew? That’s what we call alpine fuel, the diesel available between June and August.
Apparently it’s us who are wierd.
So many of these things are so ordinary, they simply weren’t on the radar.
Really, not making polite small talk with checkout operators or cabbies?
Saying g’day to someone who you’re sharing a small space with, how do you ignore that person?
Simple answer to that is bring back paul hogan, unfortunately Australian English unheard of before and unheard of after,
He was the only ambassador that translated Australian into English
Hoges certainly bunged on the strine, creating a caricature of the accent and lingo.
Nobody here actually spoke like that.
This is what I think of when I hear the Aussie accent.
(Note…I think of something ENTIRELY different when it comes out of the mouth of Kylie Minogue …oh yes. )
Anyway I digress (lovely arse btw )
The ‘Philosophical department at the University of Woolamaloo’’
Btw…just to ‘Prove’ my point about Kylie
That Monty Python sketch is about as Australian as Dutch cheddar.