Today the honourable St. Daniel Hames kindly drove me to Asda and back in order that I should purchase supplies for the coming weeks, including various items which will be consumed at a social gathering tomorrow evening.
Whilst we were in Asda St. Hames declared his love for fine ales, and insisted upon my purchasing a selection of them. I dutifully did so, as I too share a distinct appreciation of such beverages. However on our journey back to my humble abode, I expressed some concerns over the appropriateness of consuming fine alcohol in solitary company. St. Hames reassured me, insisting that there are many instances when consuming beer without the presence of others is quite acceptable, indeed sometimes even expected! One such situation proffered by St. Hames was that of spending some time during the day improving upon ones garden, and then allowing oneself a brief respite from the toilsome work. In this instance it seems that consuming a glass of fine ale is in fact the norm.
Much to my pleasure, I realised upon returning home that I did indeed have a garden, and lo! it required some attention. So of course, desiring to consume some of the fine ale which had been purchased, I set about working in said garden. After some time I stood back and admired my handiwork, having cleared out all of the front garden, and much of the rear, I felt that I had certainly earnt myself a brief respite, and had most definately worked up enough thirst to consume a pint of fine ale.
Thusly I removed the ale I had purchased from my cupboards and arranged them in an orderly row on my kitchen surface, in an attempt to choose the ale which I most wanted to consume at this time.
Having considered my work, I decided that I was feeling rather akin to a champion of the garden, so there was really little competition. So the selected fine ale was poured out, and furthermore consumed, much to my delight and satisfaction.
The lesson which it seems should be learnt from this wholesome experience is as follows:
St. Daniel Hames is a most excellent human being!
Well well well… So glad to see that you have acted in obedience to my Saintly decree. The Champion is a fine choice, and I hope that you “tasted and saw” that it was very good.
I sit here now, ironcially, consuming a mixture of a that famous brew from St. James’ Gate, Dublin (which has the appearance of the likeness of a glass of shoe polish topped with sausage fat, and yet tastes rather good); with that old favourite of toddlers, Ribena.
Enjoy your other trophies in the days to come. I (and doubless your other divers and sundry readers) anticipate greatly your reviews of these gentlemanly beverages.
Go in peace to love and serve some pints,
St. Daniel del Hames
He sounds like a fine chap, this Saint Daniel. Good sound views too. I wish I could meet him.
Well then my dear fellow, I shall simply have to arrange a meeting. Perhaps we could find ourselves a local public house which serves some of these fine ales which I know we are all so terribly interested in!
bit jealous pete…
I had a can of shandy on Saturday, that’s about as close as i get to the real stuff out here…. maybe that’ll change when I get to Oz (australia that is, not the fictional land of…)
Dear Johnny Boyo,
I would love to meet you. You sound hot.
St D
What a bunch of saddos! I’m with Dave on this one, filtered tap water is my luxury of today! 🙂
St. Hames…sounds a bit dodge to me but then what would i know!
Hope you ale and shandy consumers and those who admire St.s are all doing good. Missing yous all but not really, just as well uni forced me to sign an agreement saying id come back at the end of my year otherwise i might not…
Loving
Kat
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