Ra Bye Bye Weissbier!
Sunday 8:50 p.m.
Due to my wanderings further and further into the lonely financial zone, I have just barrelled eight gallons of home brew. Burton Bridge Bitter. This necessitated visiting Beef McDuck who was lending me his barrel and gas cannister. In order to facilitate this manouvre, we had to rejoin to the International Bar. A pub! Yes! I love bevvying in the International Bar though I haven't been there for yonks. Love that pub!
Beef says I should wait a month for the secondary fermentation, but I think he meant to say: Just tan it, Hotboy! Any time you like!
So since I'm going to work tomorrow, and because I've had a wonderful weekend, and because I don't think I'll have another drink till tomorrow .... I went out and bought four bottles of Weissbier! How much have I loved drinking weissbier over the last nine months! First up is one of my favourites Schneider Weisse. It weighs in at 5.4% alcohol and costs £1:89 a bottle. Next there will be two bottles of Erdinger (Oh, how I will miss you!) and the evening will conclude with a bottle of Paulander Octoberfest Bier. Weighs in at £2:19 a bottle and 6% alcohol. But first of all, David Attenborough is coming on: Planet Earth. I will be back!
10:07 p.m.
Here's my plan for what to do after I get handed the black spot. Being handed the black spot is when Blind Pugh shows up and tells you your days are numbered. You get the supply of morphine from the cancer expert, who happens to be a relative of mine, and take to your bed with a big screen showing the whole corpus of David Attenborough programmes. I used to watch Zoo Quest when David Attenborough was in his late twenties, I suppose. The first sighting of the Komoda Dragon. Anyway, when you see the cranes flying over the Himalayas and the eagles eating them up, you'd realise maybe something about your personal importance in the great big universe.
Which is apparently 13.7 billion years old and not 15 billion. The earth seems to be 4 billion years old. There must be planets out there a lot older. Let's hide from them.
Is there 15 billion galaxies? And there's no other prophet but this one boy from Saudia Arabia. And Ex ecclesiam nulla salus (you're going to hell if you're not a tim)
Do the joes (it's almost always joes!) who tell you this actually know anything? No, they want control. They feel superior. They just want to tell you things. Forward, forward! All my plans are simple. Accept labels and functions for things, and nothing else. Play the mind game. Do the juju. Be amazed by ra bliss.
A pause of several hours after being in the International Bar and then I had to go to a 50th birthday do in a very new and nice complex in George Street. This is city centre. Walk in. I never go out. The joint is dripping in young women who seem to be half dressed. Internally, I say: skin, flesh as we walk passed looking for the old people.
Later, we were supposed to go to the nightclub downstairs, but they wouldn't let in le chef, who was visiting from another blog. When I were a lad, they used to search you at the door in gangland to make sure you weren't carrying a chib (a sharp metallic thing!) , but they wouldn't let in le chef because he was wearing open toed sandals. This was in case broken glass cut his toes. Inside, women who were wearing even less clothes than those upstairs were hanging off the walls. Yes, between sixteen and twenty four. Can do the 64 arts of love. Unfortunately, unable to stop breathing and turn into red Indian goddesses on the spot, but you've got to start somewhere! I think I'll have to get out more often. Lose a stone. Get one of the new face transpants. I am Grey Wolf. I come from the Happy Hunting Ground.
Maybe we should accept that we no longer have the karma for that and just go to work tomorrow. HotboyMadyamikaSurfingTheOceansOfBliss!
Due to my wanderings further and further into the lonely financial zone, I have just barrelled eight gallons of home brew. Burton Bridge Bitter. This necessitated visiting Beef McDuck who was lending me his barrel and gas cannister. In order to facilitate this manouvre, we had to rejoin to the International Bar. A pub! Yes! I love bevvying in the International Bar though I haven't been there for yonks. Love that pub!
Beef says I should wait a month for the secondary fermentation, but I think he meant to say: Just tan it, Hotboy! Any time you like!
So since I'm going to work tomorrow, and because I've had a wonderful weekend, and because I don't think I'll have another drink till tomorrow .... I went out and bought four bottles of Weissbier! How much have I loved drinking weissbier over the last nine months! First up is one of my favourites Schneider Weisse. It weighs in at 5.4% alcohol and costs £1:89 a bottle. Next there will be two bottles of Erdinger (Oh, how I will miss you!) and the evening will conclude with a bottle of Paulander Octoberfest Bier. Weighs in at £2:19 a bottle and 6% alcohol. But first of all, David Attenborough is coming on: Planet Earth. I will be back!
10:07 p.m.
Here's my plan for what to do after I get handed the black spot. Being handed the black spot is when Blind Pugh shows up and tells you your days are numbered. You get the supply of morphine from the cancer expert, who happens to be a relative of mine, and take to your bed with a big screen showing the whole corpus of David Attenborough programmes. I used to watch Zoo Quest when David Attenborough was in his late twenties, I suppose. The first sighting of the Komoda Dragon. Anyway, when you see the cranes flying over the Himalayas and the eagles eating them up, you'd realise maybe something about your personal importance in the great big universe.
Which is apparently 13.7 billion years old and not 15 billion. The earth seems to be 4 billion years old. There must be planets out there a lot older. Let's hide from them.
Is there 15 billion galaxies? And there's no other prophet but this one boy from Saudia Arabia. And Ex ecclesiam nulla salus (you're going to hell if you're not a tim)
Do the joes (it's almost always joes!) who tell you this actually know anything? No, they want control. They feel superior. They just want to tell you things. Forward, forward! All my plans are simple. Accept labels and functions for things, and nothing else. Play the mind game. Do the juju. Be amazed by ra bliss.
A pause of several hours after being in the International Bar and then I had to go to a 50th birthday do in a very new and nice complex in George Street. This is city centre. Walk in. I never go out. The joint is dripping in young women who seem to be half dressed. Internally, I say: skin, flesh as we walk passed looking for the old people.
Later, we were supposed to go to the nightclub downstairs, but they wouldn't let in le chef, who was visiting from another blog. When I were a lad, they used to search you at the door in gangland to make sure you weren't carrying a chib (a sharp metallic thing!) , but they wouldn't let in le chef because he was wearing open toed sandals. This was in case broken glass cut his toes. Inside, women who were wearing even less clothes than those upstairs were hanging off the walls. Yes, between sixteen and twenty four. Can do the 64 arts of love. Unfortunately, unable to stop breathing and turn into red Indian goddesses on the spot, but you've got to start somewhere! I think I'll have to get out more often. Lose a stone. Get one of the new face transpants. I am Grey Wolf. I come from the Happy Hunting Ground.
Maybe we should accept that we no longer have the karma for that and just go to work tomorrow. HotboyMadyamikaSurfingTheOceansOfBliss!
posted by Hotboy at 8:48 PM
4 Comments:
Can you remind us which one is the international - is it near the Usher Hall?
I'd give it a week to ten days - by then it should be drinkable though not at its peak.
This is what we want to read - a weissbier catalogue. Even better, could you describe the taste and appearance of each of the three brews? Yum! Alcoporn.
Attenborough's Life in the Undergrowth has just finished showing here - magnificent. Are you saying there's a new series on the way? I would gladly watch them all back-to-back, with I Claudius episodes inbetween.
I can see you'll graduate to making Weissbier one day. I haven't had the nerve yet. Or the money - the wiessbier kits are about twice the price here. Why pay 20 cents a bottle when you can have it for 10 cents?
If David did Zoo Quest, which one did Des Morris do? Or was that his brother Johnny?
Sorry to hear you'd to waste time with the old people. If youth is wasted on the young, that means it was wasted on us once upon a time. I pissed mine away. What a sad waste! Does anyone ever say they had enough of being young? I'd like to meet them, and let them persuade me.
Adolf! Zeig! The International Bar is straight after the Meadows on your left as you walk from the Newington side.
The new David Attenborough show is called Planet Earth.
Des Morris did maybe Zoo Time. That might have been Johnny though! Hope this helps. Hotboy
It does indeed help.
You realise your post lacks any reference to Buddhist Fundamentalism?
I remember the International now. Why did I never go there when I lived just round the corner? Home Brew, the drink of the misanthrope.
Thanks for your helpful comments just now at my place, you're blogging up late again.
Have you seen Lee Ann's latest post? It could help with your meditations.
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