"hic !"

As one of our number rarely works on a Friday, it seemed the ideal day to go out on the beer - he doesn't get out much, you know!

His first time at a beer festival. Apparently it's like your first time in an Indian restaurant - everyone else knows what to do and what all the funny words mean, and the novice just smiles a lot and hopes for the best.

Another of our number is quite the old hand at beer festivals, but still finds achieving that third pint somewhat elusive.

To quote from the schekret "Half pint Susan or sad git? - That is the question!"

Help - I've been robbed! Someone's stolen my legs!

 

The beer list was quite extensive:

Our Webmaster was Over the Moon when he realised that Dr Sunshine's Special & Friendly. He even went so far as to have a Crafty Shag in Victoria's Blonde & Fruity Golden Valley. However it turned out to be a bit of a Great Cockup so he just tripped the Light Fantastic with an Old Stoatwobbler.

By this stage he felt as though he'd had a Liquid Lobotomy and he spent the rest of the day being a bit of a Trumpeter.

Unfortunately there was none of our favorite Russian lager "Tankograd" this year. Probably just as well.
There was cider - lots of it, and our "Beer Festival Virgin" is trying to work out to exactly what the phrase or name "Crippledick" should be applied.

He doesn't get out much, you know.
I don't get out, much !
Abandoning all the rules, Michel starts talking to the normal people. Definitely time for another beer.

Always time for a bit of a kip !
After the festival chucked out it was down to the Hobgoblin for seven pints of Hobgoblin (obviously!) and an amazing French dice game which, if nothing else, entertained the normal people (who presumably don't get out much either).