Ale's Well That Ends Well - E-Mail correspondence with Spooky St. Ives

Andrew Macdonald

16 July 2004 15:37

RE: Beer

Wrong. The Carlsberg thing was bog all to do with the England XV. It was apparently to do with something called Euro 2004 and the "beautiful game". And a whole lot of idiots dangling St George's cross from their cars, windows, nostrils, etc. Beckham, shmeckham.

Vile Jelly

17 July 2004 09:27

Then why did you say "could you please explain to me why the official beer of the England XV is Carlsberg"? I was relying on you having superior knowledge of such matters due to your frequent fact-finding missions to the nation's hostelries. Now, if you are going to ask me questions about things that don't exist why can't you make them a little less mundane and a bit more challenging? Like: "could you please explain to me why a komodo dragon has been appointed Director-General of the BBC"!

Andrew Macdonald

16 July 2004 15:49

I have not taken umbrage. [See previous e-mu correspondence with Helling] Glasses, possibly, but not umbrage. I have been sat here in the East Angularian fastness carrying out important research into the possible side effects of putting Mr Chimbley's beer into Mr Sharp's glasses. I'm glad to say that so far there are none, other than the occasional tendency to get your mirds all woxed up and fall over, but do not fear, I shall not shrink from the enormity of the task. Works proceeds apace and the next intensive six month program will start forthwith. May have to come down and get some more glasses.

Just noticed the Fat Cat now has not only Doom, but also Sharps Special and Sharps Own.

Must dash........

Vile Jelly

17 July 2004 09:27

But have you taken ullage?

Le Chat Gras sounds like a quality bistro. What else do they do? Special & Own are nice pints as well. In fact, I can't recall anything Bill Sharp has produced that isn't tasty and nutritious. Odd that, because usually brewers can't help experimenting and coming up with at least one beer that only tramps, mothers-in-law and boy scouts like the taste of.

Perhaps you should persuade the proprietor of the Plump Pussy to sponsor you on a raid to denude the evil empire of all its DB glasses. Of course, you'd have to somehow get rid of the beer in them first. It's a dirty job but, hey, ..... !

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