I love the way you can sit in a pub enjoying a jolly good pint of ale and get some jolly good entertainment for free. Tonight as I supped on Cathedral Ales St Hugh’s quality brown beer I listened to a beer tasting group of half dozen all talking utter bollocks. Their conversation covered history, cooking and a great deal of nonsense about the beers that they were tasting. I’ve no problem with people waxing lyrical about beer, but when they start talking authoritatively about the ales that they are drinking ‘blind’ you just know these people need to get a life. I was fully expecting at any moment for one of them to claim that a particular beer was brewed by a hermaphrodite in a kilt with one brown and one black shoelace. It was that nauseating.
Almost as if I’d reached for the TV remote I managed to turn off the earnest beer tasters and switch to a couple discussing genital warts. Apparently they resemble cauliflowers. I suggest you squirrel that piece of useful info away in case it appears in a pub quiz near you. Or you have a need to break the ice at a party.