A peaen to booze!

[Jovial Monk]

All the fucking wowsers in the world have not been able to hide the fact that modest consumption of alcohol means you live longer--andd live more enjoyably of course. Recent studies showed that modest consumption of alcohol lowers your chance of contracting dementia.

And booze is so great! It comes in a million varieties! Beer, wine, mead, spirits, liqueurs, kvas et al! Spoilt for choice in fact!

Me, as you know, love beer, be it golden, amber, brown or black! Strong beer to sip in deepest darkest coldest winter, a thirst-quencheningly bitter, crisp IPA in summer, hmmmmm. Big, spiced ale at dinner, oh yeah!

In summer, nothing so nice as a tall glass full of ice, generous serve of Bombay Saphire gin redolent with cloves, lemon peel ooohhhhh, and plenty of lemon and topped up with tonic water. Or do the same with dry vermouth, Pimms No 1 Cup, Campari the list goes on and on. Simpler, some pastis in a glass, add chilled water, admire the transformation and sip and enjoy.

With a roast, a nice big red! Cabernet from Southern Vales or Coonawarra--I am loyal to the vignerons and brewers of my state. On a hot summers day, sipping a cold, crisp dry white is heaven on a stick! A glass of champers as aperitif stimulates the appetite.

Bols genever, drunk straight, whoo.

But to me, a stubby of my own 14% ten year old Russian Imperial Stout poured into a big brandy balloon and slowly sipped by the fire, the beer slowly warming up letting the malt come more and more to the fore is my idea of perfection.

Chante!

[Jubial Priest]

No one cares.

[Leftofcentresalterego]

Father-in-law has developed a taste for my chocolate stout. They are here for another fortnight yet and I am on a fortnight's holiday starting today, drastically reducing the chances of any of the stubbies under the house ATM will actually reach the 12 month old mark

Probably head out to the gemfields for a few days to dig for sapphires. Digging by day, drinking stout by night - life's good

[Leftofcentresalterego]

And that makes at least 3 people who care, thus proving Jubial pinhead wrong.

[Reality check]

You and your old man swing off a 70 years old alcoholics nutsack doesn't count...but you go right ahead and revel in the taste of sweaty ballsack. It's your forte.

[Homo Police]

Probably head out to the gemfields for a few days to dig for sapphires. Digging by day, drinking stout by night

sounds fucking dull, is your boyfriend going to keep you company?

[Jubial Priest]

Digging for sapphires is a euphemism for fucking an old man in the arse and drinking stout is a euphemism for swallowing that fat bastard JM's load, so of course I will have company