Don’t give up hope. Maybe St Brigid will win the day.
“I would like a great lake of beer for the King of Kings. I would like to be watching Heaven’s family drinking it through all eternity.” – Saint Brigid
Pee is a natural side-effect of drinking beer.
True. It’s dangerous enough to take the piss out of a Scot.
Er…bitters I suppose, to be consumed at room temp. or just lightly chilled. You won’t find me quoting names of commercial lager-type beers. Gave them up when I finally reached legal drinking age. Muckment as my Grandad (a Tetley Bitter man and Salford docker) would have said. 
Steve
That’s a great word! Basically means “rubbish”, right? Kind of fits, considering we always called cleaning the horse stable, “mucking out the stalls”.
You got it. “Muckment” is totally pejorative - nothing good going for it at all. But “muck” is an entirely different concept. Your stable muck would make my spuds grow six feet high (hold the sawdust though…), and of course there’s that good old northern saying “where there’s muck there’s brass.”
Steve
I can’t believe no-one has thought to mention bleeding …
djm
…as in “a pint of Grotney’s near-beer, please…”
That reminds me of some more of the horrible, pre-CAMRA keg beers of my mis-spent youth in the late 60s and 70s: Watney’s Special Bitter, Tartan Keg, Brew Ten, Whitbread Tankard (aka Ttbread Wnkard ), Double Diamond… In the “Westcountry beer-desert” as it was then you had to put up with Devenish ales, and in Wales they had Felinfoel (aka Feeling Foul, eh, Perrin ) Luckily today we have Sharp’s Doom-Bar bitter in Cornwall. St. Austell Brewery’s Tinners’ Ale (often referred to by the cognescenti as “Thinners” ) is worth avoiding. If in doubt there’s always draught Guinness!
Steve
Ooh, Steve, you are really rubbing it in. These were the beers of my youth. I loved Double Diamond, Worthington E, and, if there was nothing else on tap, even Watney’s. I hated the watery stuff made in Canada, and we could only get the locally made-under-license Guiness Export, which has a horribly bitter aftershock. I can’t drink any more (probably saved millions of dollars), but the heavier ales were always my favourites.
djm
Blimey, the Canadian stuff must have been well watery! You could get good beer on tap in those days but, lamentably, I hadn’t developed my discriminatory powers sufficiently. Newcastle Exhibition and Boddington’s Bitter were stars in the firmament I recall. I spent a year in the Black Country and experienced damn fine beers brewed by Banks and Holden’s breweries too. Good grief, you know how to get a chap going…! 
Steve
You drink Real Ale, play Penny Whistle and have a beard? All you need now is a Mk1 Land Rover and a sheep dog.
3 out of 5, reporting for duty. My dad has both herding dogs (we use them for cattle, though, but same breeds) as well as guard dogs.
Rovers seem pricey, tho.
Well, I have a sheep guard dog (Great Pyrenees). Does that count? 
The closest I’ve got to a Land Rover is my Jeep. (Weeks is right; Rovers are too pricey.)
[quote="djm"I hated the watery stuff made in Canada[/quote]
When I was young and foolish (no need to take THAT any further, thank you! ), we used to drive into Ottawa to buy a case of Canadian beer because it was way better than the American swill we had. Not to mention the fact that you could go to Hull and buy at 18 and OUR drinking age was 21. It used to work great until we came across the border with a case of something or other that was Canadian and we got stopped. The Border Patrol wasn’t too keen on our taking it all the way over the border, so they confiscated it, much to the chagrin of my then boyfriend (now husband). He still swears they only took it because they wanted free beer.
And that’s my humorous story for the night…night all!
Strange … I’m from Ottawa, and I don’t remember seeing you there.
Yes, American beer is a bit of a joke. What is it, 2%, 3% alcohol? Canadian beer was only 5%, so we would cross the border into Quebec for Bras D’Or at 7%. Taste wasn’t an issue in those days. Drinking age was 18, but in Quebec they never checked.
djm
This is a very nice blonde beer that I had quite a few of in Belgium last year
Isn’t that flavoured with orange peel and coriander?
Steve
Wow, suddenly you’ve gone up in my estimation (not hard 
) you’ve got a Pyrenean Mountain Dog! I used to have one, Psameticus III (Sam) of Brynhafod. What great dogs they are, mine was particularly large; his father weighed over 12 Stone! It took two people to wiegh him. Ours only got to about 10 1/2 stone - but still big. I believe the American Pyrenees are a bit smaller than the European Pyrenean, but lovely temperament. Do you find your dog takes you for a walk on the way out, and you have to drag it home?
What about some picks? Makes a change from people’s “cute” babies!