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Damn, this nc=xx thing makes one read a lot of LJ.

I've decided to write about everything in the Wall of Beer as I drink it. Today I had;

Fuller's 1845 - this is bottle-conditioned, spicy, dark, superb stuff. It's a shame it's expensive, but luckily I picked up a bunch when Safeway were selling all their bottled beer at 2/3 the normal price - I made two trailer runs and discovered I can carry more than four dozen in trailer and panniers, which is the whole reason I have a Wall of Beer in the first place. This is probably my favourite of all the bottled beer readily available to me, and has been for some time.

Hopback Summer Lighting in bottles (also bottle-conditioned) is OK, although it's the very devil to keep the sediment in the bottom - you're bound to get a brown patch on the head. It's good as light-coloured beers go, but that's not so much my thing these days - not that I would kick it out of my mouth.

[As an exception to that rule, City of Cambridge Hobson's Choice remains a beer I'll always have at least a pint of if it's available - this text taken from the "Alcoholism, Highly Specific" disadvantage in your favourite GURPS supplement.]

Last was Young's Double Chocolate Stout. Wednesday liked this, but I wasn't so keen - the beer flavour is basically drowned in this extraneous chocolate flavour. I know that's the idea, but it's not my thing.

Some madman [1] is resurrecting the Cambridge University Worshippers of Cthulhu Society. I am not quite sure how I feel about this... we never did with it everything we'd like, but while they happened the CUWoCS parties were a damn good laugh, and I was vaguely pleased with weaseling into the Religion section of the Societies Handbook.

I suppose I should be quite glad that someone thought the idea was good enough to perpetuate half a decade down the line. This time around, be less apathetic than me...

[1] It's obligatory. No names here - if they want to identify they can.

I struggled into work today again, only to find when I left that the wind had slackened greatly.

I hate headwinds. Hills all have a top; you know if you have the gears and take it easy you can wind your way up anything, and when you do get to the top at least you get a little payback. But in a headwind you can grind down the road feeling like your chest is going to burst, and you don't get anything to show for it that you wouldn't have in a flat calm - and there's no guarantee it won't have changed by the time you go back (and since crosswinds hurt you coming and going, you usually don't win this game.)

Right now - combined with the fact that I'm as feeble as a sack of jelly after all this tooth-removal, sunburn, and sitting around at home - it's getting to me a little.

Still, I have to do something between B-Movies, right?