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this looks lovely.
beers named after people is the way forward.
there is a wetherspoons in chelmsford that once served an ale with margaret thatcher’s face on it. it was called ‘the iron lady’.
Top hair do there Dickie
Indeed Ceci. Dickie has styled himself upon his football hero, Morten Gamst Pedersen.
Do we think that is one of those new 3/4 pint glasses? If not, the Dickster has got some awfully big paws.
It’s proper beer, it is. Not like these bloody lagers these lads have these days. They think that five pints is hard work, but in my day you did thirteen pints on’t trot – up’ill – before lunch – wi’ great big leather boots on, not these bloody slippers these lads have these days – up’ill – before lunch. I don’t understand ’em, these lads these days, no. No backbone, these lads these days.
Old Dickie looks like he has had a few
I would hate to think what commemorative beers for some of our current crop would be
5 pints nowadays costs you a hefty sum
My abiding memory of Fred (much much better than his dire TMS appearances) was Indoor League:
http://www.ukgameshows.com/ukgs/Indoor_League
I’ll see thee.
I hate to say it, but it looks to me like Dickie is sporting a bit of an Ian Bell there. His hair must be positively reeking with ‘product’.
cf. http://www.ecb.co.uk/photo-story.html?LphotoId=100323
What’s going off out there?
What would Ian Ronald Bell MBE Pale Ale be like?
A brewery in Manchester does a beer called ‘Ginger Marble’.
That is, basically, Ian Ronald Bell Pale Ale.
It’s… distinctive…
Thanks, Ged. Real, genuine, sincere thanks. I had completely forgotten Indoor League. What a programme. True genius on the part of the programme makers. They must have thought –
Why do people (i.e. men) go to the pub?
To get away from their miserable existence at home, of course.
What if the wife has yelled at them so much that they’ve decided to stay in for the night, just to shut her up, stupid cow?
They’ll be forced to listen to her banging on and on about the kids being in hospital, or how her mother has died, or how the chip pan exploded last week and set fire to her legs.
What can we do to help these unfortunate men.
I know, let’s bring the pub into their living rooms.
The genius of it.
I never knew that Ian Bell had a mini-me – as seen in the ECB photo. That’s who must have said –
leave that one, Belly, it’s going to miss by mi….
I live by and sometimes in The Marble and Ginger Marble is way too spicy and distinctive to be the Ian Ronald Bell MBE of beer. I was thinking more of something that pours really well, looks great but then goes flat after the first few sips and which you don’t order for a while until a few months later when your regular is off and you think “Hmm, maybe it was just a bad pint last time” and the whole thing starts again.