During the Iceland-Croatia World Cup match, I decided to drink the bottle of Guinness Original XX that had been sitting in my fridge since sometime in March.
Day 8 with my parents was spent entirely in York. Since York is where I currently make my living, I was able to take them on an extremely thorough tour of the pubs and the sights. Call it a pub crawl!
It’s World Cup time, and that means I’m watching a lot of football, and drinking the odd beer or three. To accompany the Iceland-Nigeria match, I drank a Bishops Finger.
No, it was not brewed in either nation, but right here in England. Look, I don’t know, I’m sure there were at least a few bishops in Iceland and Nigeria who happened to have fingers on their hands, right?
Back in early March, I went on a journey to visit my third cousin and his mum on Guernsey! Shortly after returning to England, I dropped my iPhone in the toilet, and lost all the photos I had taken. Thankfully my relations had taken a select few photos during my visit, so I have been able to cobble together a report that doesn’t rely solely on words.
Lately I have been rather inconsistent in publishing blog posts, so here’s a rather short beer review to tide you over until the meatier posts reappear.
One of my friends left this New Zealander beer in my fridge, and since it could be a while before I see her again, I decided to drink it! I made sure to jot down some tasting notes though as a token of my appreciation. Thanks!
In early February I took advantage of a couple of days off by going to Scarborough for a mini vacation. Not Scarborough Ontario, but Scarborough on the Yorkshire coast. I figured I would stroll along the beach and perhaps find a pub or three to drink in.