Beer: Heineken International Foster's 4%
A pre-Bricks Friday night visit. There had been some talk about the pub's recent refurb paving the way for real ale and CAMRA crowds. Sadly, there's no ale tonight. This and the enthusiastic singing of ballards in the saloon suggest that the Irish in The Painters is still very much alive and well. And why shouldn't it be?
The disappointment of the de-clipped ale pump and missing a bland though quaffable Doom Bar or Pedigree is mitigated by my mouth zanging, having just been brushed through with one of those posh, long lasting gritty toothpastes. These recipes, which taste like liquid nitrogen and the dentist's floor are designed for people like me, who fear losing their gnashers almost as much as they fear fat dentist fingers in their mouth. On the plus side, any taste the Foster's may have had is hidden.
Steve arrives in good time and has a Guinness. We sit under a huge screen showing the Switzerland vs Serbia game and watch the Swiss winner, scored by a player who was both fat and muscular. Well suited for dentistry.
L8s arrives. We talk about Dutch buckets. The question of when to leave is neatly solved by the appearance of a musical duo and amplification.
A pre-Bricks Friday night visit. There had been some talk about the pub's recent refurb paving the way for real ale and CAMRA crowds. Sadly, there's no ale tonight. This and the enthusiastic singing of ballards in the saloon suggest that the Irish in The Painters is still very much alive and well. And why shouldn't it be?
The disappointment of the de-clipped ale pump and missing a bland though quaffable Doom Bar or Pedigree is mitigated by my mouth zanging, having just been brushed through with one of those posh, long lasting gritty toothpastes. These recipes, which taste like liquid nitrogen and the dentist's floor are designed for people like me, who fear losing their gnashers almost as much as they fear fat dentist fingers in their mouth. On the plus side, any taste the Foster's may have had is hidden.
Steve arrives in good time and has a Guinness. We sit under a huge screen showing the Switzerland vs Serbia game and watch the Swiss winner, scored by a player who was both fat and muscular. Well suited for dentistry.
L8s arrives. We talk about Dutch buckets. The question of when to leave is neatly solved by the appearance of a musical duo and amplification.
Really enjoying this blog. Will there be a book version? Hope so.
ReplyDeleteIt was mooted, certainly. The idea could be revived, although I think there would be some problems with putting it all together. The whole thing's TPK's baby, and he's a completist. I'd prefer to edit the heck out of the damned thing; for me, a book would have too many Spanish bars and terrible pictures of pints with watches, books and/or specs next to them.
ReplyDeleteWe'll get it done once ICFQ returns in some kind of guise or other.