Father's Day, 10th August, Sunday.
Here's a glass of Bavaria Premium, same batch as yesterday. Barbie on the terrace with my son (it being Dad's day an that). That's a slab of dead pig's ribs on the cutting board.

Yes, yes, I know, it's not a glass but it gets a picture here anyway. This pint pewter tankard was given to me 22 years ago as a going away gift when I left Northern Ireland the first time. The lady has polished tits where I rest my thumb. Saturday, 9th August, a great barbecue with great friends. The beer is a regular Bavaria Premium long neck, 355ml bottle.

Wednesday, 6th August around 8pm. Another ator??? Home alone, Dickens, Walter Scott, Jules Verne, George Eliot and a mug of Abadessa's Emigrator Doppel Bock, 7.2% (and a pink Corvette Convertable???).

Sunday early evening around 8pm. This is the third can of an "-ator" series of strong lagers that I found in the supermarket from Amsterdam Beers, the first was Explorator at 6.8%, then comes Navigator, 8.4%, both of which I drank yesterday, then comes this lovely, Maximator, I wonder if they do a Masturb-. As for the glass, Y Ddraig Goch, The Red Dragon, a symbol, nay, The Flag of Cymru.

Saturday, 2nd August, around 18.00
Sunset through a glass of Eisenbahn Pale Ale, bit fuzzy because I think I didn't have the camera on macro mode .



















I think the flash went off for this one.

Stella Artois (or as we used to call it "Stella Tortoise"), draught at "Pubway" (copy of Subway?? or just a variation of "No Way"?), Saturday, 2nd August, lunchtime with Fran. These are probably the only glasses I've seen marked with the measurement (a mere 250 ml in this case), so you know yer getting THAT much beer and not 100ml of beer and 300 ml of foam. (hmm pretty difficult in a 250ml glass)

Friday, 1st August, around 8pm.

Unfortunately I guess because of bad lighting this Baden Baden Strong Red Ale turned out a nasty sludgy brown colour in the picture.









This one looks a bit healthier from a different angle. The glass is a heavy based thick mug that I had engraved with the ZZ Top Eliminator album cover and my old army nickname, Nev, about 20 years ago. On this occasion I'm watching "Bucket List" on dvd and eating pizza with my boy, Fran

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.