Beer, Whine and Spirits

Well that last couple of weeks has been full of alcohol.

Beer:
I'm still not certain what I make of beer festivals, I think I'm becoming less cynical of them - is that an age thing? Am I approaching the age where I start appreciating the beers enough to stand in a church full of BO and wet dog smell on a rainy afternoon? Perish the thought.

Wine:
In house wine tasting? That sounds sophisticated, right? Turns out it's just someone trying to get you drunk enough that you think £100 for six bottles of wine is good value. Still, we got to pretend we were grown ups and use words like bouquet and depth and earthy.

Spirits:
And ginfestival. This was better than I feared it might be. I've never been one for drinking a neat gin, so had visions of spending the night making this face. Sorry that doesn't come across well typed - you're gonna have to use your imagination. But even in the sample bit they gave tiny splashes of tonic, which was nice.

Turns out I actually learned a stuff too. I now know my Navy Strength from my Old Tom. I now know that if you're going to drink wasabi flavoured gin then use ginger ale as a mixer. And most of all I know that if you are gping to drink gin neat then drink Brockman's. Turns out it doesn't make you make the face...