You can only make today's title rhyme if you pronounce it using American English. This is perfectly legitimate, of course, if you are one of our many regular and very welcome American readers who visit our blog in the (slightly forlorn) hope of finding out more about craft ales and beers, usually from Britain. However, since Addie is confined to using British English (and even then it only just qualifies), he will not notice the rhythmic poetic qualities of today's title.
You shouldn't blame him. Addie doesn't easily notice things. Yesterday's post also contained the repeated but erroneous report of Olympic "dragons" being seen on the Olympic Parade route. Addie, utterly in touch with his culture and heritage, failed to observe that the "dragons" he saw were giant sized puppet-style manifestations of the stylised lion device featured on every single Team GB and Paralympic official garment. And there were two of these enormous lions, embodied as lightweight rod-controlled mannequins that were larger than African Elephants. How could he fail to spot this?
This all leads me to slightly question the veracity of basically anything Addie utters. When I arrived at the pub today, I asked who would like what from the bar. The already-incumbent Addie (I'm starting to think he may actually live there, and makes himself a little nest every night from beer mats and pub grub menus) suggested I get three pints for the resident audience of fellow drinkers. Only when I returned with a pint did I discover that occasional drinker Woody just wanted a half. At least he got the white wine spritzer right (not for us you understand; this was the desire of another occasional attendee who thinks we're all a bit weird for liking ales -- what does she know?).
With Addie almost totally discredited, it falls to me to review today's ale. Nethergate's Umbel Ale at 3.8% was quaffable and easy, if unspectacular. I liked it, six out of ten from me. Light and vaguely hoppy, you could drink a few of these. At least you could providing you don't choose to trust Addie with the drinks order. Spritzers all round perhaps? Please, no!
You shouldn't blame him. Addie doesn't easily notice things. Yesterday's post also contained the repeated but erroneous report of Olympic "dragons" being seen on the Olympic Parade route. Addie, utterly in touch with his culture and heritage, failed to observe that the "dragons" he saw were giant sized puppet-style manifestations of the stylised lion device featured on every single Team GB and Paralympic official garment. And there were two of these enormous lions, embodied as lightweight rod-controlled mannequins that were larger than African Elephants. How could he fail to spot this?
This all leads me to slightly question the veracity of basically anything Addie utters. When I arrived at the pub today, I asked who would like what from the bar. The already-incumbent Addie (I'm starting to think he may actually live there, and makes himself a little nest every night from beer mats and pub grub menus) suggested I get three pints for the resident audience of fellow drinkers. Only when I returned with a pint did I discover that occasional drinker Woody just wanted a half. At least he got the white wine spritzer right (not for us you understand; this was the desire of another occasional attendee who thinks we're all a bit weird for liking ales -- what does she know?).
With Addie almost totally discredited, it falls to me to review today's ale. Nethergate's Umbel Ale at 3.8% was quaffable and easy, if unspectacular. I liked it, six out of ten from me. Light and vaguely hoppy, you could drink a few of these. At least you could providing you don't choose to trust Addie with the drinks order. Spritzers all round perhaps? Please, no!
Drinking with adidie is lethal stuff
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