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Extremely groggy. I woke up to foibey watching Will and Grace. Vomit.
Oh, and I told her about my dream. She said "You're blogging this, right?" here you go.
Dream: I was at the Worlds End Pub in Camden and I ordered a pint of the real ale that they have (it's either London Pride or Directors; I'm not sure which). They put some ice cubes in the pint glass first and I just splutter and say that I can't drink it like that. I was really shocked. So they pour me a half-pint without ice but it is 3/4 foam. I get more demanding and the manager asks me to leave and bars me. Then I hurry home via the canal (which takes me towards either Regents Park or Islington, so not home) and I get lost and somehow enter a Pakistani family's home. They tell me I can't exit the canal that way (I don't blame them, I was trespassing.) I leave, and get stuck in a tunnel that seem to be designed for growth-stunted canal workers from the early part of the industrial revolution. Some kids see me and call me fat. Then I wake up. I don't like the Worlds End much btw. It's a normal pub that's been there for ages, but with a HUGE extension on the back, turning it into a super-pub (space-wise). It so doesn't go with a nice tasty pint of ale.
She wanted me to blog this cos it shows how I care about real ale ;-)
Oh, and I told her about my dream. She said "You're blogging this, right?" here you go.
Dream: I was at the Worlds End Pub in Camden and I ordered a pint of the real ale that they have (it's either London Pride or Directors; I'm not sure which). They put some ice cubes in the pint glass first and I just splutter and say that I can't drink it like that. I was really shocked. So they pour me a half-pint without ice but it is 3/4 foam. I get more demanding and the manager asks me to leave and bars me. Then I hurry home via the canal (which takes me towards either Regents Park or Islington, so not home) and I get lost and somehow enter a Pakistani family's home. They tell me I can't exit the canal that way (I don't blame them, I was trespassing.) I leave, and get stuck in a tunnel that seem to be designed for growth-stunted canal workers from the early part of the industrial revolution. Some kids see me and call me fat. Then I wake up. I don't like the Worlds End much btw. It's a normal pub that's been there for ages, but with a HUGE extension on the back, turning it into a super-pub (space-wise). It so doesn't go with a nice tasty pint of ale.
She wanted me to blog this cos it shows how I care about real ale ;-)