Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Beermat of the month

Another holiday spin off, at long last I have found a beermat worthy of the accolade. There was a series of cute otter cartoon mats, but I deemed this the finest. While the quality of the beer is neither here nor there for the purpose of attaining beermat of the month status, the beer was pretty nice as well.
Posted by Artog at 00:01
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6 comments:

  1. John Medd13 August 2013 at 00:33

    At last, I can sleep easy. Beer mat of the month is back.

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  2. swisslet13 August 2013 at 17:59

    I do believe it was Otter I was drinking in some of the bars at Glastonbury this year. That would kind of make sense, geographically, no? Not too bad. Quite sharp, but nice with it.

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  3. Artog13 August 2013 at 20:32

    I too was worried John, I expressed my concerns in Beermat of the month pt 1.

    Indeed ST, we nipped up Glastonbury way on the journey home. Not, I must confess, to check out the Tor, but instead to go to the Clarks retail village. And at my insistence rather that my wife's. I am a devotee of Clarks shoes and I imagined this would be on a par with Jerusalem or Mecca. I was bitterly disappointed.

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  4. swisslet13 August 2013 at 22:56

    a pilgrimage to the Clarks retail village! Not quite traditional, but I should imagine you weren't the first. Sad to hear it didn't live up to expectations. Does Ben Sherman have a factory outlet you could try?
    I'm off to Dartmoor in a couple of weeks. My grandparents on my father's side used to live just above the Hoe, and when I was growing up I remember admiring Smeaton's Tower there and the stump left at Eddystone lighthouse out to sea but clearly visible. I remember one night when we were lashed by a terrible storm. I remember watching Tora! Tora! Tora! on the telly and being fed cheese and onion sandwiches by my Gran. That was the night a lifeboat turned over and the crew died. I must have been about 7 but I seem to remember that night so clearly. A reminder of how important lighthouses were (and still are).

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  5. swisslet13 August 2013 at 22:58

    (The Hoe in Plymouth, I mean - sorry. Didn't quite explain the direction my mind was travelling in there. Somerset. Lighthouses. Dartmoor. Devon. Plymouth. My grandparents. The Hoe. Smeaton's Tower. With me?)

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  6. Artog13 August 2013 at 23:18

    Oh, Ben Sherman lost it a long time ago. I am contemplating a mod knitwear post at some point actually.

    I have fond memories of watching The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner on a bleak and stormy afternoon many years ago. Cheese sandwiches also featured on that occasion. Cheese sandwiches and as many Silk Cut as I could cadge off my girlfriend's housemate.

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