By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work (Genesis 2:2)…And He had a cold refreshing Cooper’s, said “it’s a thing of beauty, like an angel dancing on ya tongue”, then created the television, watched a little footy and asked Mrs God for another while she was up. (Barefoot Drinker 1.1) It should come as no surprise to those that...
Some things just go well together: Axel and Slash; John, Paul, George and Ringo; Jake, Elroy and their “Mission from God”; Magnum PI and Ferrari’s; “Evel” Knievel and broken bones. But nothing rarely goes together better than the footy and cold beer. And over the weekend while watching not nearly enough hours of my teams winning in the NRL, AFL and Super 14’s, I washed down the sweet ...
I put in some long, hard gruelling hours on Sunday at the Blue Sky Brewery doing literally hours and hours of quality research. Combine that with several hours of research on Friday night at a function for the Minister for War and Finance’s work, and you can probably start to see why I was having trouble getting my legs to work for me until about lunchtime on Monday. I was anxious about going down...
I was a little surprised by the name on the side of the bottle of this weeks’ Drop, Fat Yak Pale Ale, if only because of Aussie slang terms for “having a yak”. Yet even now, a week or so later, I still can’t work out whether I like this or not. I’ve even forked out for another six-pack to get my head around it. Let me go off on a sidetrack for a minute. My final test of a beer is simple; I want to...