Must have opened late 90’s.
Came to fame with an article in the Fail.
Without Bullfrogs, I’d never have become the karaoke legend I think I am.
Much loved, much missed, but never warranted the next morning.
🍻🍷 The Map of 🇲🇷 Booze thread whatever the title says (or is changed to when moderately intoxicated)
It was called “Sign of Spring” by Stonehenge Ales and it was very nice.
Been on sale at the Guide Dog for years.
The brewer and owner of Stonehenge Ale, Stig, gave us a very amusing talk on the process a few years ago.
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Oooh. Found the perfect thing for when you guys come on the European Tour.
Anyone fancy a small beer?
CK Browar microbrewery nom nom nom
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I’m so there …
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…an intravenous infusion from the look of it. 
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There is a place in Havana who have had those for over 10 years. Always thought the beer would get a bit warm.
Drink quicker?
And HUGE news today.
Cracovia FC is home to a mega Piwo Festival later this month.
(That’s beer festival in old money)
Boom!
Thank goodness for the Logo and text “Beerweek Festival” @Polski_Filip otherwise you might never have know what it was all about. 
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My 2nd Polish word was Piwo.
So it was actually that which caught my eye!
We have little Wodka i Piwo bars dotted around the centre, it wasnt hard to work that word out.
Beloved of stags at 80p a 300ml glass of beer or a Piwo shot.
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This deserves revisiting.
I won this at a Networking event last week.
Cracked it open today
It is delicious. 1st taste and a trace of cough mixture instantly gives way to a kick and then an explosion of what I can best describe as dried fruit flavours. An almost honey hint pops up followed by a satisfying warmth in the stomach.
A huge hit with Mrs P_F & the tourists.
More research needed on this beauty
Time to get on it. Fuck work.
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I am saving myself for tomorrow…
Local distilery, where I am co-owner of a cask (have to wait another 10 years or so before its ready) having their annual sampling… so will be trying a fuck load of cask strength young spirit form a variety of casks + hog roast and all manner of stupidity.
Mrs Mot Is picking me and my mate up around 10pm… (festivities sampling starts around 4pm… carnage expected by 730…)
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I suspect your Sunday hangover, like the Great Wall of China, will be visible from space.
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I suspect @Map-Of-Tasmania will also wake up in his kitchen face down in a plate of “Sweat & Sore Balls” after Mrs MoT gives him a good kicking for insisting a Chinese is just the thing after a day out on the sauce.
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Speaking from personal experience there, by any chance?
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Maybe once or twice 
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Needed that g&t.
I had 2 red cases and 4 amber on my desk at 3.30pm with end of day at 5pm. Think wtf. Only passed 2 cases to my job share and stayed 45 mins late.
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I’ll always remember fondly a group outing to a Beaulieu Palace Medaevil Banquet. We hired a coach to take us there and back.
It all went swimingly well…even one of the exotic dancer’s boobs popped out with the effort of wrestling a somewhat over excited 15 foot Python…not entirely scripted but much appreciated all the same.
It was I’m pleased to recall, an evening of unrivalled drunken debauchery…a mate of mine even got a BJ on the back seat on the way home from some lady who turned out not to be his wife. Oh how we laughed…well most of us anyway.
Gary had really pushed the boat out during the evening and had to be carried onto the coach for his return home with his long suffering wife Jan somewhat less than amused. Fortunately Gary and Jan lived in Totton so there were plenty of willing hands to carry Gary off the coach for his departure. As he was brought round to try to get his legs working the effort produced the unfortunate effect of Gary projectile vomiting the contents of his stomach down the back of the coach driver in a spectacular river of beef stew, red wine, honey mead, beer and sundry other alcaholic beverages.
The enduring memory as the coach gathered speed was of Gary lying on a grass verge with Jan, his lovely wife kicking him repeatedly in the head. Ahh those were the days.
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Gentlemen and Ladies. I am Feeling emotional at your support and anticipation of Sunday’s ‘experience’. What I have neglected to inform the assembly is that in Sunday Mrs Mot is expecting me to shift approx 2 tonnes of rubble and earth from the back garden where we are in the process of laying a new patio.
Given the likely state of MoT on Sunday I very much suspect I will be begging her to beat me over the head with a spade and conceal my body underneath the fucker.
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