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Those of you who have had the misfortune to read many (any?) of my 5,000 posts on this forum may have detected that that I am partial to partaking in the odd glass of something more potent than your average plastic-pub cooking lager.
However it wasn't until this week that I discovered Tripel Karmeliet.
My Dutch friend - well aware of my disposition and equally disposed himself - on voyaging back to the UK, called into that most wonderful of countries (they do mussels too) and picked up a few choice bottles for my delectation.
Over the past week, I am sure that many of you have longed to read my thoughts on the no-show of the Formula 1 safety car, Spanish refereeing appointments for the new season or even just about my enviable record of ante-post Arc winners.
Alas, a heady combination of Yorkshire sunshine and the joy that is Tripel Karmeliet has seen my posting frequency drop to levels not seen since Comrade Ardross ruled this domain with an iron delete finger.
Fear not though, my fridge has run dry of the heavenly nectar, reduced to meagre supplies of Chimay, Erdinger Dunkel and some young leaf spinach. Tomorrow I will return with renewed vigour and full of optimism for an autumn flat campaign.
But let us not wish this fine Friday night away. Join me* in a celebration of all things 8% abv and better. If like me you are are scared to ask your girlfriend or even your dearest friends to join you in a hostelry for the fifth time this week, share on this thread your appreciation for all things wheat, oat and barley based.
Vodka (Shadow Leader), Guinness (all of you delightfully-eccentric Irish) and Blossom Hill drinkers out there, you are of course welcome too.
*I reserve the right not to [be able to] reply
However it wasn't until this week that I discovered Tripel Karmeliet.
My Dutch friend - well aware of my disposition and equally disposed himself - on voyaging back to the UK, called into that most wonderful of countries (they do mussels too) and picked up a few choice bottles for my delectation.
Over the past week, I am sure that many of you have longed to read my thoughts on the no-show of the Formula 1 safety car, Spanish refereeing appointments for the new season or even just about my enviable record of ante-post Arc winners.
Alas, a heady combination of Yorkshire sunshine and the joy that is Tripel Karmeliet has seen my posting frequency drop to levels not seen since Comrade Ardross ruled this domain with an iron delete finger.
Fear not though, my fridge has run dry of the heavenly nectar, reduced to meagre supplies of Chimay, Erdinger Dunkel and some young leaf spinach. Tomorrow I will return with renewed vigour and full of optimism for an autumn flat campaign.
But let us not wish this fine Friday night away. Join me* in a celebration of all things 8% abv and better. If like me you are are scared to ask your girlfriend or even your dearest friends to join you in a hostelry for the fifth time this week, share on this thread your appreciation for all things wheat, oat and barley based.
Vodka (Shadow Leader), Guinness (all of you delightfully-eccentric Irish) and Blossom Hill drinkers out there, you are of course welcome too.
*I reserve the right not to [be able to] reply