Beers, sweet glorious beers. The oil that lubricates life itself. Where would we be without beer? Well, possibly not in the toilet pissing like an elephant at four in the morning.
I digress. So here we are on a fine Saturday and that can only mean one thing... Beer!
It has been a long time since I did a beer post and the world has moved on in that time. We have to be more sensitive to others, more tolerant. Men in particular with our toxic masculinity have to tread more carefully now and stop being such dicks.
It is to the furtherance of such tolerance and acceptance that this week I have decided to try some...
That's right, lady beers! Beers that tickle a lady's fancy. Fruity beers with hints of dessert and other such sweet things that should not be.
Ah, I jest of course. Well, mostly. The Good Lady and I were out and passed the Beer Shop the other day. She was bowled over by the choices on display and fancied choosing a couple.
Who was I to refuse, so we doubled up on her feeble can numbers and here we are.
So what delight do we have first?
A fruit sour with Mango, Passion Fruit and fuck knows what else. The label mentions strawberries as well. I mean, for the love of god chaps, make up your fucking mind. Is this a Fruit Salad or a mighty beer?
A frothy chap, like slops from a golden beer sea.
The 4% ABV doesn't fill me with confidence. I like my beers to punch me right in the face. Oh well, here goes.
Hot galloping potatoes. This is like riding a Mango Pony through a field of juicy fruit. I do like it. It is a bit flat, even a bit thin in the mouth BUT it is juicy and sour and not so sour that my anus is puckering up like Sarah Jessica Parker eating a carb.
It doesn't really taste of alcohol which can either be a plus or a minus. Given that is is August in Scotland and is not raining for ten minutes. I am going to be generous and take it as a plus. 7 out of 10 booms!
Yes yes, I said 4 out of 5 in the video but I couldn't remember my rating system!
Well, that was good. What next?
A Peach and Honeycomb Sundae? Well well, that sounds a little better. I have always been fond of a Sundae. If they can squidge it in a glass and ram up the alcohol content then I will be a happy man. The mention of apricot gives me a little bit of the heebs as it is a known fact that no one likes apricots.
It looks exactly the same as the last one! Right down to the frothing madness at the top.
What's the worst that can happen? To the necking!
Aargh, that was minging. Like bitter fruity watery snotters. Disappointing, like that time when an old lady spat in my hand. I didn't even get an erection. A poor showing. However, that is a tale for another day. A poor 2/10 booms!
And there we have it. Slightly rusty with a mixed bag of beers but its done. And now, to the real stuff!
Cheers!
