Showing posts with label Drinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drinking. Show all posts

Friday, 21 January 2011

The question is what's going *in* Mr. Peterson. A beer please, Woody



Not so much a what your drinking tonight as to where. I used to love Cheers wouldn't go out on a Friday night until it was finished. We used to have a local that we all thought was a bit like that but looking back it was just full of student jakies, disillusioned folk in their twenties/thirties and a money grabbing bastard of an owner, still it was home.

Cliff: Well ya see, Norm, it's like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.

Have a good weekend people.


The Wedding Present  - Theme From Cheers

Sunday, 16 January 2011

I'm Back On It




I fell off the wagon in spectacular form last night and feel as if Keith Moon is drumming inside my head this afternoon. The combination of this and this is not one I would recommend if you want to have a clear head the next morning.

So for the first year in 6 years I have failed to make it to the end of January without a drink. Still, got halfway there!

The Wave Pictures - Just Like A Drummer

Friday, 10 December 2010

Tonight I Will Mostly Be Drinking . . . Beer



If you live in the UK and can get your hands on some Brew Dog beer, you really should give it a go. I can recomend the Punk I.P.A., Trashy Blonde and the 5a.m. Saint which really is the dogs bollocks.

Frank Zappa - Titties and Beer

 "Not too subtle or enlightened title for a song Drew!" you say. I know but the post about the faux hippies earlier in the week brought memories of this song back to me and I had to dig the Zappa in New York album out of the cupboard. It really is a piece of nonsense but don't blame me this was Davy H's idea!