Whey we started about 2.30. Bought twelve bottles (along with some tins in the fridge) and halved each bottle in glasses. Had a bit of a taster sesh.
You can't mix twelve/thirteen different beers of canny strength. I wasn't particularly pissed but my guts went on strike.
The lad gave me a taste of an 11.-odd percenter when I was in the shop. Could feel it in my eyesockets.
We were drinking the real deal ones like. 10 to 12 percenters.
That was me in there as well.
White beanie on? Aye.That was me in there as well.
That was what we were drinking. It was 12.1%.
Were you the lad who nearly choked?
White beanie on? Aye.
Nor, me man! There was a lass in asking about gin when I was pottering about looking for bottles.
Nor, cheeky fucker. He's about fower stone wringing wet. I must have just gone home, blurred.
Ahh reet.
Aye, I gathered that.Ahh reet.
Aye, you were the choker. I was the handsome hirsute one behind the counter, well, hirsute except for the very top bit.
We had a few of them and it all went tits up.Aye, I gathered that.
I didn't choke mind! It went down like a stout and I was about to say so when the flush of alcohol came up my throat and started nesting in my sinuses.
Not f***ing surprised.We had a few of them and it all went tits up.
Drinking that and the Coco Chango (9.5% stout) to dilute it.Not f***ing surprised.
It's worth a trip. I can't get out of the place.
The view of the staff that that would allow would be somewhat self defeating.
