Beer
The worst point of the weekend? Having to suffer Doombar in the Premier Inn at Frome. It truly is dire crap, but it was that or bland UK brewed Psuedo-lager fizz.
IT’s not been a bad day today. I’ve been at work, but it’s been sensible hours 7-4. I’ve finished work and headed to the pub for a beer, and it’s nice and relaxing. I’m enjoying a pint of Fuller’s ESB.
Having worked late shifts for the past week or so, I haven’t had the opportunity to have one single refreshing beer. However, I’m just rectifying that right now, as I’ve just opened a bottle of Fuller’s London Pride. I was going to the local, but I had a few things to do indoors, and I’m looking to have a few ales at the pub this evening, with Vinyl Night.
First of two days off. I got up late again after catching up on some sleep. This evening is Vinyl Night at the Mason’s Arms, but Kathy has an evening dental appointment now, which has thrown a spanner in the works a bit. We shall see how it all pans out. More important to get her toothache sorted!
A day at home today. Making dinner now. My wife will be home in about an hour and a half. Cracked open a beer.
Definitely sluggish this morning. Beers with a friend in the afternoon, and then wine tasting with my wife in the evening.
I scored 8/8 on CAMRA’s ‘Spot the fake craft’ quiz. Can you spot which ‘craft beers’ are actually owned by global corps? camra.org.uk/beer-repo…
I did think about swinging by the local on the way home. I go right past it, you see. It’s the stop before home. I was good, though, and came straight home. Now, I’ve poured a London Pride and am catching up on emails and stuff, sitting at my computer desk.