that sweet sweet brew
Before I get onto the subject of this blog I'd just like to say that things in the past seem better because they were better and not because I am progressing through my mid-twenties.
As a kid you do not have independence and you are shelted from the outside world, you don't have to make decisions for yourself and life is simple. Receiving a treat is simply that, receiving a treat and small things that I remember now of what it was like then are indeed precious memories.
Anyway, onto a much more simple issue. I'm trying to work out what brew of beer I drank on Monday night at 6.30pm at the NSW Leagues Club. It was sweet, very very sweet and ice cold. Better than Asahi, which I rate highly, much better than Cascade, of which I had two very large schooners this afternoon. If anybody out there would like to hazard a guess, please leave a comment so I can track it down next time I feel the urge to "down my sorrows" haha.
As a kid you do not have independence and you are shelted from the outside world, you don't have to make decisions for yourself and life is simple. Receiving a treat is simply that, receiving a treat and small things that I remember now of what it was like then are indeed precious memories.
Anyway, onto a much more simple issue. I'm trying to work out what brew of beer I drank on Monday night at 6.30pm at the NSW Leagues Club. It was sweet, very very sweet and ice cold. Better than Asahi, which I rate highly, much better than Cascade, of which I had two very large schooners this afternoon. If anybody out there would like to hazard a guess, please leave a comment so I can track it down next time I feel the urge to "down my sorrows" haha.