Real goats don't drink lager
The long anticipated "Works Christmas night out"
The beer fear began early in the morning whilst I contemplated my wardrobe for the evening event. For those not familiar with beer fear - it comes in two flavours:
Diddy, Alistair and I arrived at the Telegraph for the maiden pint, a pint that I consider to be the most important of the night since it offers an insight into how your relationship with the beer will be for the remainder of the evening.
The beer was good, I was safe, things were going to be fine. We spent the first hour settling into our chosen demeanor for the evening, testing out which genre of humour was most appropriate for the occasion. JPM's fantastic multi game machine provided additional entertainment and some real trivia gems for later.
In what became comparable to the magnificent seven or some sort of beer fueled pathogen.... our numbers grew, picking up new recruits as we moved from the Telegraph to the wallet friendly Union Rooms where we would strategically dine on beer mopping cuisine to avoid an "early peak" or reaching premature beer capacity.
6oz Beef Burger with Chips (fries) - £5.29 The perfect choice for it's purpose thanks wetherspoons! It was here that Diddy introduced me to Kozel (meaning Goat in Czech!).
I praised it for its moderate bitterness and astringency, smooth, complex aftertaste and continued to drink it for the rest of our time in the Union Rooms. By 8pm the majority of the PCT had arrived and it gave me a brief insight into what it would be like if we were allowed to drink at work (harrowing). I actually found it difficult to recognise some people and exercised caution, avoiding staring as I tried to decipher the casual facades and greet my colleagues with their real name.
* From hereon in I am going to be using a little artistic licensee, in this case endorsed by a lager called Goat.
SJ orchestrated a well timed exodus from the Union Rooms and directed the beer hungry masses to Revolution
Little Jimmy Osmond and Diddy smiling at my funny little camera phone.
The beer fear began early in the morning whilst I contemplated my wardrobe for the evening event. For those not familiar with beer fear - it comes in two flavours:
- Pre-beer fear involves anxiety relating to the prospect of imbibing hideous amounts of beer.
- Post-beer fear is brought upon by the aforementioned hideous volume of alcohol and usually manifests itself in the form of clammy palms, flashbacks of embarrassing episodes from the previous night and a fear of visiting IKEA (or any other dept store that forces you to go through every section before you can leave)
Diddy, Alistair and I arrived at the Telegraph for the maiden pint, a pint that I consider to be the most important of the night since it offers an insight into how your relationship with the beer will be for the remainder of the evening.
The beer was good, I was safe, things were going to be fine. We spent the first hour settling into our chosen demeanor for the evening, testing out which genre of humour was most appropriate for the occasion. JPM's fantastic multi game machine provided additional entertainment and some real trivia gems for later.
In what became comparable to the magnificent seven or some sort of beer fueled pathogen.... our numbers grew, picking up new recruits as we moved from the Telegraph to the wallet friendly Union Rooms where we would strategically dine on beer mopping cuisine to avoid an "early peak" or reaching premature beer capacity.
6oz Beef Burger with Chips (fries) - £5.29 The perfect choice for it's purpose thanks wetherspoons! It was here that Diddy introduced me to Kozel (meaning Goat in Czech!).
"It is a dark lager, and is often praised for its moderate bitterness and astringency, and smooth, complex aftertaste. "
I praised it for its moderate bitterness and astringency, smooth, complex aftertaste and continued to drink it for the rest of our time in the Union Rooms. By 8pm the majority of the PCT had arrived and it gave me a brief insight into what it would be like if we were allowed to drink at work (harrowing). I actually found it difficult to recognise some people and exercised caution, avoiding staring as I tried to decipher the casual facades and greet my colleagues with their real name.
* From hereon in I am going to be using a little artistic licensee, in this case endorsed by a lager called Goat.
SJ orchestrated a well timed exodus from the Union Rooms and directed the beer hungry masses to Revolution
Little Jimmy Osmond and Diddy smiling at my funny little camera phone.