A Pint of Guinness, from a "widget" can. The glass is a sleever pint glass with the Prince of Wales 3 feathers motive which the pompous fart wants to keep for himself nowadays, well he can keep it and stuff it. We'll keep the feathers and change the German "I Serve" motive for Twll Din Pob Sais.
This is another night alone with another improvised ploughman's lunch, this with cold pork ribs, the same block of Gorgonzola, lasts a while this stuff, and the ubiquitous baguettes. Listening to Leonard Cohen.



The Guinness was followed by a glass of Eisenbahn's Strong Golden Ale, 8.5% alc. very drinkable.

Phwoarr! What a creamy head (sounds a bit rude). This is yet another Serramalte (see previous post) from Sunday lunch session.


An afternoon marked with good food, good drink and excellent company.
















This young lady, probably of ethnic Brazilian origin judging from her looks, is the niece of great friends, but as this blog is "A Glass of Beer" and not "An Ethnic Brazilian Girl", here we're interested in the three of the former, two Polar Bocks and another Serramalte. Bock is very popular in winter here, but despite the great marketing as a winter beer, the Gaúchos still insist on serving the bottles ice cold and in a thermal isolation tube. We asked for the bottles to be taken out of the tubes and left to stand on the table for a while.

Sunday, 27th July in a small barbie restaurant, bugger'd if I can remember the name, good food, good beer, EXCELLENT company, fine people, my bestest of friends.

For some arsey about facey reason that I'll have to sort out later, the order of these pics isn't what I'd like it to be so I have to start kind of achronologically, with this one which is a Serramalte, another of the drinkable commercial beers, here we are trying to read my future in the patterns of foam, according the this foam, I'm going to be a millionaire by the time I'm 35 ! (Shlitz, 10 years too late), erm... meet a tall dark stranger? Hopefully of the female persuasion.

Bastards made me put this one up. Angelita is the name of a wonderful, beautiful lady with whom I was involved for 3 years or so, we finished recently, hell I miss her, but life goes on. Now I just get reminded of her in cans of olive oil. That's about the 3rd or 5th (or 7th but hell, who's counting?) Serramalte.










This is the FIRST one, I did say it was achronological, I think that means out of time order. We're still pretty sober here, the beginning of a Sunday afternoon prolonged eating and drinking orgy.

Another Heine from the same batch as yesterday. I'm sitting in my "cage" the closed off (with iron bars for security) balcony, with an improvised ploughman's lunch of a block of Gorgonzola cheese, sliced salted pork and a baguette. It's around sunset, but there are some dark approaching clouds so there won't be a spectacular sunset this evening, actually it's early, sunset around 18.15 in the winter. I'm listening to Cat Stevens's "Tea for the Tillerman". Still alone.

This is just a common Heineken "longneck", (350ml bottle, why the dicken's they call 'em longnecks, I don't know). Friday 26 July, around 8pm, home alone. Heine is my favourite of the commercial beers. On this occasion I'm feeling a little sad because I'd just finished a two month relationship with a nice lady, I'm missing her company and the hot sex.