Goof....and any other folk who may have come into contact with beer.
Blimey fecking heck it's a bit strong!!!!!!!!!!!!
8 March, 2010 - 00:39
Barley wine is your only man! I first drank the nectar of the gods in the Union tavern in Pimlico when I was stationed in Chelsea barracks(is it still there, the pub that is ?) Peggy the barmaid had a pair of tits that could feed the nation. Around that time I found the team that played the football we all aspire to. Go on ya good thing Q P R. P. S. Good luck to Golden bollocks Colin.
Stingo
8 March, 2010 - 11:50
I used to imbibe in cider and barley wine when I was a yoof. The local under age pub, which was run by the mayor at that time, used to serve it to us. U remember the Watneys Stingo bottle with the 'strong arms' looped over it..... Eventually they stopped serving us that particular combo, they reckoned it was too strong for us, but in a typically astute, well thought through, master class of local government vigilanteism, we were allowed to continue buying Stingo, just not mixed with cider. So, a pint of cider and a bottle of Stingo please........... That helped.
Tim Nice But.... A Few Brain Cells Short
That Green Man was to blame
8 March, 2010 - 23:25
...or to be precise, an old retired ex soldier who frequented the public bar. He was well in his 70's, me a mere 18 yr old, still doing my drinking apprenticeship when he introduced me to the magic of Stingo. Told me he'd started drinking the Guinness, barley wine combo during the war, as they had little time and even less money to spend on getting blotto. Anyway, I dunno how Insom remembers farting, because it was the only liquid I ever consumed that left all recollection from mid evening on, completely wiped. Looking back the owd git was probably trying to bugger me, gawd knows he might have.
This stingo..
9 March, 2010 - 03:11
could not possibly have been the same as that they used to brew ( and maybe still do?) at the Blue Anchor in Helston, Cornwall, could it? There should definitely have been a law against that stuff. When a youth, I and other mates on a beer and mars bar tour of the county ended up near drowned in the boating lake over the road after no more than a pint each, which was a good effort considering the water was only a foot deep. As for the foul contagion, it was impossible to see through the glass from one side to the other, had living things swimming in it and tasted like old socks and bisto with a hint of swede. But, oh by the great Bacchus, it did the job.
Underage Drinking........
9 March, 2010 - 13:03
I was, of course well beyond legal the age of alchohol consumption by the time I started frequenting said establishment. Prior to that it was The White Hart in school uniform of a friday lunchtime. They believed we were in the upper sixth, alledgedly.
Underage drinking is obviously the scourge of the yoof of today, and as such not to be condoned. I was a miscreant and now look back and hang my head in shame, honest.
Tim Nice But....Where's Me Halo?
Underage Drinking........
9 March, 2010 - 13:03
I was, of course well beyond legal the age of alchohol consumption by the time I started frequenting said establishment. Prior to that it was The White Hart in school uniform of a friday lunchtime. They believed we were in the upper sixth, alledgedly.
Underage drinking is obviously the scourge of the yoof of today, and as such not to be condoned. I was a miscreant and now look back and hang my head in shame, honest.
Tim Nice But....Where's Me Halo?
Stingo v Spingo
9 March, 2010 - 18:12
I've tasted the charms of both. Stingo is a rich sweet libation almost sherry-esque. Spingo is a rustic ale, more watery than the former, bitter but softened with a hint of flowers and fox-vomit. You cannot stand a subbuteo player atop a pint of Spingo and you cannot stand up after 5 pints of either.
Whatever happened to Watney's Stingo ? I see Sam Smith's has a product of the same name, but it's not the stuff I used to drink.
My Wife's facial features adopt a strange gauntness when that beverage is mentioned.
Apparently, I did some rather stupid things as a younger man, much due to the influence of half a pint of Guinness topped up with said barley wine.