10 September 2017
A new beer served up in a different brewery's glass, initially judged by me as "perfectly fine," then about halfway down as "actually pretty damn good," then by the end as, "an interesting rich happy medium between a porter and a light IPA," but by that time my mind had been seduced by the liquid's chemistry and was becoming pretentious. Not half as pretentious, however, as a label that spoke of such things as "toffee malt overtones with a chocolate finish and burnt barley aftertaste and... whatever, whatever, whatever." I will have remembered some of that marketing gush imperfectly - oh, and I forgot about the oak, for Daracha means "from the oak"; but in essence it is beer, quite good beer, and worth a try (if you like beer).
31 August 2017
30 August 2017
27 August 2017
20 August 2017
12 August 2017
11 August 2017
I awakened with a sense that something was not right. It was early, but I was alone. The house was silent. Where had she gone? I wandered through, calling out for her, but then through a window I could see... Ah, the sunshine had arrived. She likes her sunshine, even enough to sneak and creep away from me, to be sitting there with eyes shut like a lizard on a rock.Whereas I, being more a slothful creature of the shade, retreated in silence and went back to bed.
9 August 2017
8 August 2017
Moving swiftly on from sluggish sex (previous post), but not entirely unrelated, I have a suspicion some more Scottish Gingers may be on the way. (All pictures get gloriously bigger if you click 'em, in case you didn't know).
And I was a (fairly light) ginger myself long ago, before anyone suspects me of anti-ginger tendencies
They are hermaphrodites, apparently, wrapping extravagantly coloured sexual organs around themselves and exchanging sperm from male bit to male bit, then separating and each laying eggs from female bits... if I have understood that right, which I may well not have; but did they really have to do it on my doorstep? In the act of trying to gently transfer them on a trowel to my riverbank I am afaid I may have spoiled their evening, for they parted... No happy ending? Maybe once I had gone.