I can drink real ale all night and feel fine the next day.
Four pints of John Smiths, however, and my head feels like Monty's living in it.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:39, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

That's because it's a mixed gas beer
and therefore full of fucking shite.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:41, Reply)

I know.
It dismays me that so many people drink the fucking stuff and proclaim it to be their favourite drink. It's utterly vile.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:42, Reply)

That ale on Saturday was magnificent

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:43, Reply)

It was rather good.
I felt like a champion the next day as well. No ill effects whatsoever.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:44, Reply)

I felt like death, but I think that was more due to the huge amounts of cat hair sharing the room I was sleeping in

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:48, Reply)

When I first found Cafferys
which was pretty much the first non-stout on mixed gas I encountered, I was utterly amazed that the transition between stone cold sober and ruined happened across about a window of about a third of pint, rather than over a whole session. Never understood that shit. And the hangover would last for days.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:44, Reply)

I tend to avoid Caffreys these days.
I had a bad experience on it and vommed everywhere. The then-wife wasn't pleased. We broke up a few months later.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 31 Oct 2011, 17:46, Reply)