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Jeff Pringle

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Well, I just had my first barly wine type ale, the local liqour store had just gotten Bigfoot in, a Siera Nevada product. Everything about this ale is BIG, huge fruity malt taste and a huge hop taste to balance it. I thought it was quite good (made me smile even), not necessarily something I'd want to drink on a regular basis but well balanced even if drinking it makes you feel like you are being stepped on by Bigfoot! My wife on the other hand thought it was the most foul stuff she'd ever put in her mouth. Apparrently all she could taste was the bitterness. All in all, I'm not sure I'd categorize barley wines as a beer drinking experience since it's so radically different from the beer styles like pale ales, IPAs and brown ales and various lagers I like and am used too. It's really in a category by itself.

Guy Thomas

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BEER!

 

Hey, check out my friend Rick's beer blog. We brew at least once a month, and Rick's even getting into the Beer Maths.

 

http://www.salvagebeer.com/blog/

 

Check out his beer-centric advertising links. ;)

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When will everyone just admit that beer=barf?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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BEER=WHAT NOW Sam??? :blink: :blink: :blink: How could anyone say that??? *takes a swig of his 3rd bottle of Shiner* mmmmmm ^_^ ^_^

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Ok... beer ? barf, however, I think we all know single malt whiskey > beer. Is that agreeble Sam?

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Gee Sam,

 

Beer=barf???? I think you've been drinking the wrong stuff. Drink good beer.

You won't barf. Really good beer, not Budweiser products or the horse piss Coors

sells. Good, rich, full beer.

 

TASTY!!!!

 

Bill

 

P.S. Having said that, a really good single malt is the nectar of the gods, not to

mention a bunch of crazy Scots. Of whom I are one. Descended from Duncan

MacIntosh Baird. Oy veh!

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I have to disagree. I think beer is better than whiskey, but then again I don't like whiskey. Not saying that I'd rather have poo in my mouth, but if I had a choice then I'd go beer all the way. And yes I had to work with a plumber jetting a sewer line about 3 months ago...long story short I ended up with a face full of poo, and a little in my mouth. The guy said now I'm an honorary plumber! I guess falling into a soakage pit and having poo in your mouth is like a requirement to become a plumber. I've done both. Ok back to topic beer is better than whiskey, but whiskey better than poo. Now comes the whiskey guys to give me the good 'ol behind the gym butt beating for comparing whiskey to poo. :lol:

My life is like shaving with a razor sharp machete. It's a bit awkward and I feel a sting every now and then, but in the end I'm happy with the results.

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Mike, stop mentioning poo! You're putting me off my pint!

I had a strange thought the other day.

If I were locked in a room with a copy of myself, i wouldn't like me very much.

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Nick just drink more and you'll be alright.

My life is like shaving with a razor sharp machete. It's a bit awkward and I feel a sting every now and then, but in the end I'm happy with the results.

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http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/magazine/15-12/ps_ale

 

Why Wired is writing about ancient Irish brewing is beyond me but it's a nice little article.

 

Slainte!!

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So how bout that being under-age? I find a big thermos of hot irish tea helps me the most. On some mornings, I can see my peripheral vision expanding as I start to drink it.

Tony

 

dunno 'bout irish tea, but irish coffee's a peach (cragganmhore for preference). being scottish, underage is more a state of mind, but i wouldn't actually forge under the influence. having said that, there's nothing quite like a cold lager and a rollup when you come in after water quenching something.

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I always consider laws to be more like guidelines ("You can't make knives in suburban england! no way!" *bang bang bang GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND...sizzle*...)

Ahem. Either way, whatever's good for you, you know.

I had a strange thought the other day.

If I were locked in a room with a copy of myself, i wouldn't like me very much.

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Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers

And curing the vapors the scratch and the gout

With their medical potions, their pills and their lotions

Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out.

 

Who can tell the true physic of all things prophetic

And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen

You'll know it I think if you take a big drink

With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen

 

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature

For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys

Oh what botheration, no dose in the nation

Can give consolation like poteen me boys.

 

No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic

Or ladies pathetic can give such a bloom

As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers

E'er gave their own bowers such a darling perfume

And this liquid so rare if you willingly share

To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead

Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit

So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head

 

Then stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature

For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys

Oh since its perfection, no doctor's direction

Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys

 

As a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle

Was swillin her mouth with a notion of pep

When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle

I scrambled and capered clean out of her lap

 

On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling

'Til me mother and father were called to the fore

All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying

But soon found I only was crying for more.

 

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature

For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys

Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle

They only could suckle on poteen me boys

 

Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression

My childhood's impression still clung to my mind

And at school or at college the basis of knowledge

I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined

 

And as older I'm growing times ever bestowin'

On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine

And how ere they may lecture on jove and his nectar

Itself is the only true liquid divine

 

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature

For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys

Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting

There's nowt so exciting as poteen me boys.

 

Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle

What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream

What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal

What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam

 

What'll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk,

The elixir of life and philospher's stone

And what helped Mr. Brunel to build the Thames Tunnel

Wasn't it poteen from ould Inishowen me boys.

 

So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature

For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys

Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder

Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys.

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Oh ye maidens pathetic with lovers athletic

for liquid cosmetic you can't beet the drop

put the glow to your cheek, it'd make your heart leap

it'd whiten a stalion or cure an old nag;

at the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool

ye'd kick up your heels and ye'd peel to the buff

and its ye'd be athletic while he'd be pathetic

if only you'd take a few drops of the stuff.

 

So stick to the crathur the best thing in nature

for sinkin your sorrows and raisin your joys

oh there's nothin like whiskey to make maidens frisky,

it soon seperates all the men from the boys.

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  • 4 weeks later...

I tried mead a few weeks ago. Without a word of a lie, it smelled like beeswax.

I had a strange thought the other day.

If I were locked in a room with a copy of myself, i wouldn't like me very much.

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