Bit groggy this morning. Mixed things up a bit too much yesterday. Some ciders in the sun...few buds when we went down the beach to watch the sunset (at 20.39 last night) and then a couple (??) of Glayva's with ice, before bed-time (just before 1-00am). Carole just cooked me a nice breakfast (brunch) though to ease my woes. Feeling better already.
Bit groggy this morning. Mixed things up a bit too much yesterday. Some ciders in the sun...few buds when we went down the beach to watch the sunset (at 20.39 last night) and then a couple (??) of Glayva's with ice, before bed-time (just before 1-00am). Carole just cooked me a nice breakfast (brunch) though to ease my woes. Feeling better already.
Sounds like a nice evening. What's Glayva?
I find that the best hangover cure is potato chips (regular salt) and a bottle of Coke. No more, no less. Works better than anything else I've tried.
I'm still hung over after Friday. Biked home at 3 in the morning, got violently ill during the night and spent yesterday on the couch. It's been an extremely booze-heavy summer holiday. I'm not going to have anything untill Friday, most likely.
Glayva is a whiskey liqueur from Leith/Edinburgh, Thor. Almost medicinal in the wonders it does for your body As with Benedictine, I swear I've gone to bed with a cough, sore throat or temperature but woke up cured as a result of downing either with ice.
Looks good. EDW. If I were not on the other side of the country I would happily give this place a try. Do you have a favorite beer there?
Yes, the Sour Cherry was amazing. My son just bought the Elderberry Peach and said it was wonderful. I was afraid it would be IPAish but the flavor was totally unique.
I'm still hung over after Friday. Biked home at 3 in the morning, got violently ill during the night and spent yesterday on the couch. It's been an extremely booze-heavy summer holiday. I'm not going to have anything untill Friday, most likely.
I'm still hung over after Friday. Biked home at 3 in the morning, got violently ill during the night and spent yesterday on the couch. It's been an extremely booze-heavy summer holiday. I'm not going to have anything untill Friday, most likely.
The German restaurant I eat at every week now has Ye Olde Carlsberg among their draft (draught) beers. Sadly, Ye Olde Carlsberg on draft (draught) does not dazzle like the bilge in cans I regularly drink, so I will remain a Krombacher guzzler when I dine there. It's still nice to know that Ye Olde Carlsberg is available like water from a faucet whenever I want it, though.
OK, Phelps is back, meaning it's my turn to disappear. As you know, Phelps and I are the same person. It gets too confusing to have two browsers open, each with different login credentials.
OK, Phelps is back, meaning it's my turn to disappear. As you know, Phelps and I are the same person. It gets too confusing to have two browsers open, each with different login credentials.
Nice knowing you guys...
You know you have your enemies by the short-and-curly hairs when they think you're one or more other people.
OK, Phelps is back, meaning it's my turn to disappear. As you know, Phelps and I are the same person. It gets too confusing to have two browsers open, each with different login credentials.
Nice knowing you guys...
You know you have your enemies by the short-and-curly hairs when they think you're one or more other people.
Cheers to that.
I keep looking at the photo of us together in the tiki bar, and, like a Night Gallery painting, it is slowly starting to change. We are slowly merging into a single person in the photo.
, we miss the cheers chats! 
