h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's quite difficult to get scrumpy in London, but try the Hornimans at Hays Wharf (near London Bridge on the south Bank) which I think still serves Addlestones. Not proper Devon stuff, I'm afraid, I think it comes from ab's part of the world, but fairly palatable.

Hey, d'you think there's an opportunity for a guide entry here?

Sounds like it ... why not stay up a little while longer and write it? I'll keep you company ...

Wish I could, and I'd love your company but I'm too . It is 2.30am over here, y'know! Tomorrow, maybe...
Goodnight again!

Parferris!
Fenchurch!
St Shea!
Clive!

Hello all!

I think the second chamber looks much more homely with this bar in the corner! [pours himself a ]

Does it serve a decent pint of cider, though?

[looks along the pumps and barrels]

Just a few regular brands. I'm not a cider drinker so I can't recommend anything...

Happy Poets, comrades-in-arms!

*looks around*

This is cozy, isn't it?

*a few stones fall from the ceiling into Inkwash's >

*proffers Inkwash a sieve for his *


not a cider drinker myself. . I am however, quite partial to the odd, Kaluha, Baileys or Tia Maria

I heard that odd Tia Maria was partial to you, too ...

I won't tell you the story about The Baileys.

Not unless you ask *really* loudly!

PLEASE TELL ME THE STORY ABOUT THE BAILEYS, CLIVE!!!

Well we had this bottle of Baileys, see? And we kept it at the back of the cupboard in the hall. The event was my Mum and Dad's 25th Wedding Aniversary and we'd invited lots of friends and neighbours around for a BBQ - which was still going strong at close to 3am. It was around then that the drink started to run out so we decided to raid the cupboard. We espied the bottle of bailey's nestled at the back of the shelf, found ourselves some glasses and went to pour it.


Nothing came out.


Strange. Closer inspection revealled the horrifying truth.
The baileys was so ANCIENT that the cream had gone off and solidified into a lump of solid cheese in the centre of the bottle, floating in a sea of pure alcohol. Everytime we tipped the bottle to pour it out the cheese floated to the top and plugged the neck.

That was when we realised what the smell was and where it was coming from.


So there's the lesson..erm...don't try to drink perishable goods once they gone beyond their use-by date.

And it didn't put you off Baileys?

It'd put *me* off, finding unexpected substances in my booze (he says, fishing masonry out of his )

Can I just say how, for no very good reason, the subject I wrote for that posts makes me smile.

It just reminds me of one of those trashy paperbacks that exist (usually at railway stations etc.) that are mostly to do with nefarious goings on, often but not exclusivly carried out by Cold-War agents etc. The titles of which follow a fairly basic formula.

Take one greek letter + one "exciting" adjective.

For example: The Alpha Exchange
The Omega Catastrophe
The Gamma Quadrangle of Doom. (M'kay techinally a phrase but don't quibble.)

This is totally random and completely off topic but like I said it just makes me grin

Clive

G'night everyone - I'm gonna go finish packing - when i return it ought to be from Uni. Bye for now.

Can I just say how, for no very good reason, the subject I wrote for that posts makes me smile.

It just reminds me of one of those trashy paperbacks that exist (usually at railway stations etc.) that are mostly to do with nefarious goings on, often but not exclusivly carried out by Cold-War agents etc. The titles of which follow a fairly basic formula.

Take one greek letter + one "exciting" adjective.

For example: The Alpha Exchange
The Omega Catastrophe
The Gamma Quadrangle of Doom. (M'kay techinally a phrase but don't quibble.)

This is totally random and completely off topic but like I said it just makes me grin

Clive

G'night everyone - I'm gonna go finish packing - when i return it ought to be from Uni. Bye for now.

Yawn, sorry everyone, i fell off there for a few hours, (crawling out from under fallen rubble but managing to find untouched glass of stout, slurp), like how you have changed the decor, suits the place with a "proper Bar" and the Baileys incident, which makes me smile also, cause I never keep booze that long!!Oh has anyone ever Tried "Cripple cock", cider, brewed somewhere in Summerset I think, which does the trick.
(Stretch)
(Yawn),
(Slurp)
"Anyone know a good cocktail?"
(Slurp; empty, apart from brick dust quietly collected in bottom, and what looks rather like cat hair?)

You should be ashamed of yourself, Clive! Making a totally random and completely off topic post!

Marmite.

I *think* Cripple Cock is actually from Cornwall, but don't quote me on that. I'm putting in some research on the subject...:::slurp:::

Inkwash, if I pay corkage, can I bring my own?