It has been noted in another place that my blog has been lacking in certain commodities. So since this is my 50th blog here on Blogger, it might be a good time to look back and see if this is indeed right. So I have engaged the finest statisticians available to me (that’s me and my O grade arithmetic – quite a good pass if I may say so even if it is 29 years old) to produce the following survey.
What can we learn from this survey? Well, with tea appearing in nearly 1 in 3 blogs, I don't think that I've been negligent at all on that front. I don't myself count pies as wholly necessary to a blog, which may be why they appear least. Cake, hmmm, right, there's definitely not enough cake, but we only just managed to finish Dad's 70th birthday cake last night and I'm just not ready to type about cake again yet. Which leaves beer, also rather lacking, so lets try and rectify things a bit in here.
"Do you fancy a pint, Sandy", I says to myself last Thursday. "Don't mind if I do, since you ask so nicely", replys me, so off we, err..I went to Masonic Arms which is probably the best pub in town and treated myself to 20 fluid ounces of the guest ale, Three Sisters - a jolly acceptable concoction from the Atlas Brewery up in the Northern reaches of Argyll. Not only does the Masonic keep a guest real ale on a good old hand pulled tap (a terrible rarity here abouts) but it has a fridge stocked with bottles of beer from around the World and keeps a beer menu. Have a peruse for yourself.
While tippling away at the Tree Sisters, it stuck me that there was a familiarity about the Goose Island 312 beer, and then I remembered, so I though that it was my duty to international relations that I bought a bottle. It honestly tastes much better than it photographs in low light condition in the pub on a camera phone.
Ever since Maggie and Ronnie ran our respective countries, there has been occasional talk on the telly of a special relationship between Britain and America. Personally, international politics tends to be outside my normal concern, and certainly for blogging purposes, and quite frankly these were politicians separated from me by a generation gap (perhaps even 2). But now we have a prime minister who is younger than me and earlier in the year proved his blokey credentials, as well as Mr Obama's, by betting a bottle of his favorite beer on the result of the USA and England football match. As it happens, the match was a draw, so the two premiers decided to swap bottles at the G20 conference. David chose a bottle of Hobgoblin, which is an excellent beer and has been mentioned in blogs before by me. Barack choose a bottle of Goose Islands 312 beer - Well done lads, keep up this standard of diplomacy.
