Gonna sleep - think it's for the best

Will hopefully sort out a decent entry tomorrow...sometime.

I'm sobering up - almost there

The accumulative effects of repeated inebriation, I'm afraid. Apart from a scarred liver, that is.
Let me look at my little notebook.
I wrote comments of some of the beers I tasted tonight.
The best for was easily this oyster stout that I had. can't remember the company that made it. Remember talking to the Japanese guy and he was trying to tell me something about oysters. I hope they weren't part fo the recipe. I don't actually think there is supposed to be real oysters in oyster stout, but I couold be wrong (and often am).
I'm putting the pics online.
Gonna have to take another break and lay down for a while.
Work tomorrow.

Here's a pic from Saturday:

I drank lots of cheap crappy fake beer. That was a mistake and a half.
Survived just about. Got some funny looks, making my way home, I can tell you.

Im back - more or less

Sitting in front of the monitor, got the cold sweat going, fan blowing... its not easy.
Brain trying to switch off.
Been sleeping for about 30mins.
Forcing myself to try to get something on paper/the electronic medium.
Thish sihs about all I can - hic! manage.
tonight drank loooooaaads of beer, met interesting people and had a bl**dy great time.
Hope my interenals will somehow find it in their internals to forgive me for this incessant onslaught this weekend.
Hey - it's halloween!!!!
Here's a movie from me, cycling to the station, to the other station, to the place. Anyway, here is something:

It's a start.
can you tell, I'm still alittle bit tipsy from the night before?

Been un concious for about 30 minioutes or so...still hammered

gopnna try and regain basic functions ASAP. thenwrite up some kind fo report about this beer fest extraveganza thing. Wowza!!! Loh and bheold, there was beer... ..and it was gooooooooooood

counting the beers..
I got records of about 37 in my little notebook.
Others I had not time or I was too wasted to record memories.
Serioulsy, I only had 2 hours. I did a pretty good job, considering. alosd met many intreresting people. Experts in the frild, both proffesional and amatuer. Brewers, drinkers, all sorts!
Had a blast.
Wil try for it next year.
I just hope they do it in the same place. Fantastic location.
Wonderful. Trying to rememebr and sort the beers out. Will get back to you....

Holy fu*king sh*t! - I'm still alive!!??!?!?!

Guess who made it (more or less) to the 2006 beerfest Yokohama, in yokohama ?!??! ME!!!!!!!!!!!
Fantbloodytastic!!!!!
Had a great time.
STtarted it all off be waving goodbye to the peaceboat.

More alter, as I recover, via a large coffee...
(holy shi*t did I drink a lot of beer!!!!)

Boy, my head hurts.

Got drunk last night. Drank way too much crap beer. The stuff made with rice and corn starch. Didn't eat much either. The party was at Shakey's pizza place. Not best idea to start with. But the people there were cool so it was good.
Came home, drunk, tired, clothes torn to shreds, covered in dogs .
Again.

I'll be going out soon, to a big beer festival in Yokohama. Over 120beers.
I'll try to let you guys know how it goes.
Wish me luck.

Yeah, I still got it.

Absolutely mental.
Dancing in Belarus.

Numbers, they scare me like spiders.

This made me laugh.

He did a great job.

Pontius Pilot at 10 o'clock!

An interesting idea for terminator 3 (this ws before they actually made the real movie):

Great Tommy Lee Jones commercial

Loads of famous Western movie stars do commercials over here. They are almost always really silly and embarrassing for the stars themselves, so often they have a clause in their contracts that prevents these commercials from being shown overseas.
Take this fine example.
A recent collection of 5 commercials for Suntory Boss canned coffee, has Tommy Lee Jones as an alien, getting a job for a parcel delivery company, delivering parcels.
In the first clip, he realises that you have to hurry, as the maximum time you are allowed to stop in a no parking zone is 30seconds.


In the second clip, you can see he has adapted. Hilarious.
He actually gets to speak some Japanese in the commercial which sounds good.
Soemthing like "Parcel delivery!" "I'm coming in!" "Thank you very much!" "I'm sorry."
Wierd and fantastic.

Women, know your limits

It's science.

Arsenal (1933) play Liverpool (1991)

Due to the wonders of technology, we have recreated a famous match between the Arsenal team of 1933 and the Liverpool soccer team of 1991.
The difference in playstyles and tactics are there to see.
An interesting change in tactics takes place after half time:

CAI targets AlQeada morale

In a recent twist to the war against terror, the CAI has apparently resorted to psychological warfare, to destroy the terrorists' morlae and take away their will to fight.
Here is a picture taken after an alleged CAI bombing of a suspected AlQeada 'love station'.

"I...I just don't understand it. Fattimah never hurt anyone, Musthaver. Why? Why!?..."

Love stations are located all over Gafhanistan, Ariq and into the mountainous areas of Kapistan.
Apparently,t he strict religious law the terrorists fight under restricts them from fornacation with a woman who is not their wife(s). A nice way around this, is to fornacate with animals.
So, these 'love stations' are set up. The theory is, blow these animlas away, and what you have left is a lot of good eating and enemy soldiers, deperatley at a loss to fight.

CAI undercover operatives have testified that, amazingly enough, these woolly wonders actually can grow on you.
Here, an unnamed agent (let's call 'Dave') recalls his time undercover:
"Yeah, I guess, I'll never forget little Poohpoos. She never said a word against me. Never said a word, actually...about anything. Always was a good listener. Kept me warm on those long, cold nights. And her tongue and inside of her mouth was always there for me. Warm, moist, smooth... ...uh. Yeah, I miss her. Like, every freaking day. She became all I would long for, all I would think about, even to the point of me sending postcards and letters to Poohpoos, rather than my wife and kids back home.These days, I just stare out the window, with my AK47, wondering where she is and who she is with at that moment...
....oh, Poohpoos! I miss you so much! Daddy misses you!"

Reports have been coming in of the occupying forces assimilation into the community going a bit too far. Soldiers have been reported 'getting it on' with various domesticated animals on Friday nights and even commandeering a sheep or a cow for 'base use'.
Complaints have been recieved from religious leadres in the community.
"Yeah, this seems to be becoming a bit of a problem." said General Lee A.Roused, in charge of intercultural liasoning. "I can sympathise with the locals. I mean, taking just the one sheep for personal use, that's not gonna really harm anyone, is it? But 5, 10 or the whole harem? - now, that's just got to stop!"




"Well, lookie here! Ah went got me sum flossy!!"





"Shut up, kid! We're taking them and there's nothing you can do about it! They're...they're just going on a little holiday, is all. Yeah, that's it. a little holiday... to Disneyland. Gonna play with Mickey, Donald and Goofy sergant Thompson over there."


"...and then, when I've finished, I'm gonna put some nice conditioner on you, then we're gonna rinse off together, then rub each other down with lannolin towellettes. Then I'll fix us up some popcorn and hot chocolate, and we can relax and watch Sleepless in Seattle. After that, we can make love by the fire...and ah'm gonna f**k you gooooood!"

Some soldiers have been reported as taking advantage of the situation and even profitting from it. Most soldiers are miles from home, far from loved ones. No access to penthouse or playboy. They have been rumoured to be organising huge brothels of beasts of every description. These 'superpimps' have been known to parade their 'bitches' down the main streets, in broad daylight - such is the confidence of these individuals.


"Shut up, Charlene! Ah'll smack you in the mouth! Don't you baa back to me, b*tch!! I'l cut you! Keep movin there, Maybelle! Everyone look at Ann Marie there! Now she knows how to get a private's parts goin! Way to go, Ann Marie! There'll be an extra sugar lump for you, tonight, baby!"


Investigations are ongoing.

"...pass me that jar of K-Y, wil you, dear? Hey, don't eat all the sugar cubes! They're for later! You're a baaaaaad girl! That's why I like you"

Apple unveils new, completely redesigned and even smaller Steve Jobs

It seems that the nano is not the smallest and most compact thing that Apple have come up with.
No sir, they seem to have gone one better.
Yes, your tiny mp3 player and portable music player is compact and designed to take anywhere, in this on-the-go, hectic world of hustle and bustle.
But how about you?
Why should you settle for paying for a full seat on an airplane or train?
Why do you have to worry about large suitcases or bags, everytime you travel?
Why should you pay for normal portions in a restaurant, while children get the better deal?
Now, it seems Apple have come up with the solution: the NanoU.
They have somehow reignited the market with their revolutionary new product. It's you - in NANO form!
Now, you can travel anywhere at a fraction of the cost! For just 99c per journey. You can simply post yourself inside an i-letter, or hop into another passenger's pocket (assuming said passenger is wearing ipod compatible jeans or slacks). You can forget about the pricy t-bone steak, when just a 99c i-steak (or small piece of mince) will more than satisfy! You can dine in style, at the fanciest restaurants, for FREE, just by hopping on the plate after someone has finished and making a fillet mignion sandwich from a leftover sliver of meat and a few crumbs.

New, even smaller, the NANOJobs,
demonstrates his tiny size, next to normal nanos.
Unfortunately, soon after this, the NANOJobs
was dismembered and devoured by Tibsy, the office cat.

This is truly ground breaking technology.
Apple has done it again.

The creation of an expected associated i-homes real estate corporation, dealing in minature housing and nano vacation homes in exotic locations is rumored to be in the works.

"Oh, thank goodness! It's F*ck Rogers!!"

Look and learn, son.

Go Buck! Go Buck! Go Buck!!!!

Great stuff (from invertedbeard - youtube)

"Bidibidibidi...nice ass, Wilma!"

Remember Buck Rogers?
Here's a scene where everybody's favorite, Twiki (the one with a head shaped like a penis) tries to pull a female android:

"Tiki? Twiki? Where are you going?"
"Bidibidibidi...ahm gonna git me sum!"

Gettting late, I suppose I should be sleeping

...but the thing is, I have trouble sleeping at night.


No problems whatsoever come lunchtime or early afternoon
(when I have to be working).

Guess my bodyclock is all screwy?
Not sure it's that easy.


If, for example, I travel to some place 8 or so hours plus or minus, I still end up staying awake until the early hours and have trouble waking up (unless it's inside the huge crater of an active volcano, which itself contains a huge natural lake and another, smaller cone of a recent active volcano and it's raining and it's cold and the tent is leaking and it's too small for me to straighten my legs and the floor is just one big pool of water - I seem to get up at the crack of dawn then. Strange. More on that adventure when I finally add comments to the hundreds of photos I took).

Think it's one of those psycholgolicagical thingymajigs.
Either that or it's those damn Mongowians again.

Well, moan, moan, moan.

All I have to do is make sure I get to bed early for a few nights, then my body clcok should, in theory, readjust. As long as I don't screw it up the very next day. Something I have a habit of doing.

I've tried to sleep early but fate tends to lend my chaotic life a helpful hand.

• The neighbours turn up their TV.
  
• The idiot 'I've got no life and I'll waste what little money I have on niosy stupid little gaming machines outside the porno video store next to my place' old guy losers decide to have their stupid drunken conversations until 2am.
  
• The machines themselves make a heck of a racket.
• Loads of cars go past, very noisily.
  
• Kids on their souped up scooters shoot along and rev their little penis replacements noisily, just as they pass by.

These kinds of things happen. Or perhaps, for some strange reason, I just can't seem to get to sleep (back to the beginning again).
Well, tonight's excuse is I just ate 2 bars of chocolate and before that, 4 large fried lamb and onion sandwiches, with thick wedges of cheddar cheese.

Whoops.

Gonna try and "hmmmmm..." and meditate and bring down my heart beat, so I can drift away into fluffy dream land and have wild erotic fantasies about the sheep on my farm, back home in Wales.

It's now 12:50am. Sorry. 00:50am.

Gotta get up before 8, hopefully.
Luckily, I live real close to work. About 7minutes crazy dash by bicycle.

Halloween is coming soon.
Will do some Halloween themed lessons again. Maybe dress up in the same old crap again. Wonder if I'll do the Yamanote line thing again?
Last year was a disaster.
So embarrassing. Lucky no one called the police.
more on that in a later post (if you're at all interested any more).

Hello? Are you still there?
Dammit! They've gone again.
I just keep on boring people with my senless crap and they just go to another site or log off their computers. I mean, it's not as if I mean to...

Alright, mate? Whoa, there's a face - nice one!

I checked out the first episode of the first series of the new sci-fi called Torchwood.
It's set in Wales (Cardiff) and it features a lot of Welsh actors with very Welsh accents. A bit too Welsh, if you ask me, like.
Still, it's not so bad to hear accents now and again.
Here's a clip.
The script is silly at best.
It shows a scene where one of the main characters is approaching a strange individual.
Then a Welsh Jack Black steps in and, in a typical Welsh fashion... ...well, you can watch for yourself (caution, not for the squeamish, so cover young Ike's eyes and ears).

There's lovely, isn't it?

Boy, what did I do last night? Why do I have a broomstick on my balcony?

Went out last night.
It was a last minute decision.
I met my friend, Neil in a cheap bar in Shibuya.
200yen beers. That's pretty cheap for Japan.
No. That's very cheap for Japan.
It's called Tasuichi.


Things were going ok.
The place was pumping. Full of people.
We'd drink a beer each, then go and get another one.
The pace was nice and controlled.
Then, Neil had this amazing idea to just buy 3or 4beers each at a time, to save going back to the bar every time. And I went along with it.
I should have known better.
Well, in no time at all, we were plastered.
Making friends and enemies left right and centre.
I remmeber introducing 3 nice, unsuspecting Germans as Christina, Christoff and Christian and insisting that every foreigner in that bar was called Chris.
I also remember meeting loads of Frenchmen who all played rugby and wanted to score with this hot lady who was actually playing the room. I'd seen her before at this place and realised that she was a bit of a player, so "Danger, young Robertson! Danger!" alarms went off in my head. Stayed well away.
Met a decent Kiwi guy, from the Garden City. My brain couldn't get his t-shirt.
What can I say? Beer kills brain cells.

Glen, let's have a beer again soon!

Took a photo of our table.



Here's a close up shot of the sign on the table:


Hard to see from the lack of light and quality of my cell phone camera, but the sign on the table reads "Assorted weiner - 500yen". Thought it was funny - at the time.

Seem to remember accidentally touching this 18yr old girl's ass a few time who was drunkenly propped up against out table. Nice enough girl. Honest, it was an accident... ...again and again.

So, we were drinking and singing and dancing...
Well, we were drinking, anyway.

Another friend, Dave made a quick cameo and then dissapeared for the last train.
No pic of him this time.
At about 1:45, I decided to pop out and head to the nearby Aldgate pub,, to have a quality beer.
I had a pint of Weltenberger hefeweissen. About 1,000yen (Japan prices). A good German wheat beer that you can buy in bottles at Yamaya, Shibuya for 500yen. They have almost the whole Weltenberger range. Hefeweissen, barock helles (good), assam bock, pilsner, dunkel. Good slection of beers.
Not a wheat beer glass but then I have enogh of them in my home.

Okay, back to the other place and Neil is still drinking, oblivious to the fact that we've missed our last train home (or perhaps not).
I think the barman took my order for a beer top a bit too seriously:

Before I knew it, Neil siezed on this double beer and proceeded to draw it to his waiting lips. No! That's my beer!!!






Here's Neil. Married. With child. Throwing it all away.


At about 3 or so, the place closed and the strange Frenchmen were gone. We made our way to the station which was not due to open for another hour or so.
Neil walked on ahead to his regluar haunt that is notoriously known as Roppongi.
It was a long walk.
I tried to keep up but I think it was somewhere around here that I picked up the broomstick.
Can't remember exactly what happened, but suddenly I was shouting to Neil who was up ahead in the distance and trying to impress him with my Harry Potter impression. Don't think he could hear me or see me, he was that far ahead.
I then said screw it and suddenly gave in to my hunger pangs (I hadn't eaten that day) and headed into a curry house. I had a bowl of giudon (sliced beer on a bowl of rice). Good.
When I came out, Neil was gone.
I tried calling him but no answer.
I decided ot walk back to Shibuya. Screw him.
I have my broomstick.
I again went into another small eatery and ordered a bowl of curry with some hot soba noodles, close to the station.
Mmmm...good! I really needed to get something solid inside me (but Neil was gone and the broomstick was 5 feet long, so I settled for the curry and soba).
Then I think neil called me or I called him. He said he was in Roppongi.
Bugger.
I decided to walk to Roppongi.
Somehow, I got lost. I ended up about a km or so off course.
That was when, purely by chance, Ibumped into 2 other friends of mine (I think it's safe to call them that).
Laurel and Har-I mean, Dave and Eamon!
They were assaulting a row of vending machines.
I flew up on my broomstick and managed to figure out that one machine had somehow swallowed Eamon's driver's liscence and wouldn't give it back. Dave was doing his technician thing, behind the machine, when suddenly all the power went dead.

Dave must have unplugged the thing.

Here's some bad quality footage from my phone camera:

Eamon was getting worried. More stumbling in the dark followed and various machines were powered up and switched off again until finally Dave got the right plug in the right socket and purely by chance the machine with Eamon's card in came back to life. I'm not quite sure if Eamon got his card back, because soon after then, I flew off.

I think I took this outside some convenience store, somewhere near Roppongi. I met Neil, sleeping on a bar stool in Mogambo's bar, Roppongi.
We then went to a nearby place (can't remember the name) and had a few games of pool ( I ended up winning the last game. 'Lucky', Neil would call it. That was when it was Neil's turn to pay for the game and that was when he decided it was time to go home.).
But first, I wanted to get some fluids in me (no, don't go there).
I was feeling dehydrated, so we went off in search of a convenience store.
I had this theory that if Neil stayed close to me and my bromstick, then the abundant Chinese massage girls won't approach him.
This theory proved true. He never got approached once., Not by the Chinese "Hey mister, wanna massaji? You wanna special massaji? han job?" ladies nor by the African guys trying to get you in their clubs. And as soon as he left the protection of my broomstick magic, he got approached for a massage within 10 seconds!
We got on the train and I managed to get to my station, with loads of my students coming to school, watching their teacher getting off a train, carrying a broomstick at 7:30am.

So that's the story of the broomstick on my balcony.
Still not sure where I got it from.

Needless to say, the beer festival for today was put on hold until tomorrow.
120 beers. Hope I dont get too wasted.
Again.

Oh, man, what do I do with my bottles?

As you may know, I sometimes drink the odd bottle of beer...or seven.
I also like to collect bottles of beers that I considered deeeeeeeelicious!

This presents me with a certain dilemma.
You see, I now have over 400 bottles in my little home.

I've tried sorting through them and throwing as many out as I can bear, but I'm still left with a few hundred.
My next problem was how to display them.
I thought about buying some display cabinet or shelving, but everything was way too expensive and wasn't quite what I wanted.

I also thought about making my own display unit. But that too was too expensive (welcome to Japan) and would be too time intensive (taking away precious drinking time).

Eventually, by chance, I saw some shoe racks for sale, at my local supermarket.
Hey, that could make a nice display for my bottles!!
I checked the price. The price was good.
Next, I went home and returned with some beer bottles, to test the rack out.
I'm sure the poeple there thought I was crazy, balancing empty beer bottles on a shoe rack.
They fit perfectly!!
I took the 2 racks they had and ordered 4 more (now, when I go back to the supermarket, I see they have a big stock of unsold shoe racks - they must have thought "Hey, these racks are selling well! They ust be really popular! We'll order extra racks!!").

Well, here's an early photo of some of my bottles, arranged on the racks.
Don't you agree, it's a good way to display them? On shoe racks!

But now I was left with was just where to put these damn shoe racks full of beer bottles...






I tried putting a rack in the entrance way.
Still, I had 5 more racks to go.











How about the toilet?
No, maybe not enough space in there for all the racks.
Need another place...











THe shower unit (that needs cleaning!)?

No, they'll just get wet and it's in my way.









In the bathtub?
What if I want to have a bath?












How about in my futon?
But that's no good, either!
What happens when I want to go to sleep?


Hmm... ...dilemma.

The saga continues...

Are you an RPG-er..thingy?

I'm not into 'gaming', parse (ooh, that's a fancy word -I probably screwed it up).
This is a short clip from a South Park episode.
Kind of sums it up for me.

I'm going out to karaoke now. Haven't eaten much. That's why I was so tired in the gym, I expect.
Going out...all alone...no friends...no one at all...sniff.
I did buy anice beer tonight. A Spaaten Optimator. about 7.2% alcohol. A lovely beer. I'll be having that later.
You guys have a good...whatever it is you're having.

Spice test : It's science.

Good stuff from this young man, probably Scandinavian.
Good hands on method of tasting spices.
Check it out:

Nice reactions. Even when he's celarly overpowered by the tastes, he still tries to give us an idea of how it feels.
Well done, sir!
p.s. I know from experience how bad too much cinnamon tastes. I was in a nice cafe in Kyoto and I ordered a cappuccino. As I was talking to my friend, I decided to try the nice long, round biscuit thing by the side of my coffee. I bit ti in half and started to chew.
It was then that I relaised I was chewing on a stick of cinnamon. I was tasting cinnamon for days afterwards, in everything I ate or drank.
Not nice.
I give this guy 10 out of 12. (Why 12 points? - why not?)

Upcoming Japan craft beer festival - drunk as f**k!!!

Here's the link:

Great Japan Beer Festival 2006

Gonna be there, if I can. Gonna try and taste all 120 plus beers.
I may just possibly fail in this attempt.
I shall endevour to take pictures and write comments on all beers quaffed.
Here is a pic of what I can expect to find:

Absolutley bonkers!!

People like to queue up in Japan but this is nuts!
You only have a 50cc (yes, that's right!) cup to drink your beer in anyway. You end up queuing for 98% of the time you are there!
And what are they drinking out of? Thermos flasks?

For 4,000yen, it seems a lot of money. Still, you only live once.
Damn, that means I'll never have another chance to try and score with that sexy lady who was in the convenience store. Dammit!

It seems crazy (not the missed opportunity to score with the hot woman, but that is now weighing on my mind).
I'll have to remember not to shower for a week before and try to fart as much as possible, when I am in line.
I hope everyone else will clear a path to the beer.

Here's another pic from their site (can you see wally?):

Upcoming Oktoberfest in Yokohama.

I, being the intrepid and daring reporter that I am, tried out the Oktober est tent in the Red brick warehouse area in Yokohama. I got there late. I'd already been a a school function in a very classy hotel in the area.
The food was great but I didn't eat much.
Cakes were good.
I had a few beers... followed by a few wines (red, white, red)...then a few beers... then a few glasses of sake (beer glasses of sake - I was challenged by a guy who boasted that he had at least 5 big glasses of sake a day - back home we wouldn't boast about something like that)...followed by more beer.I was already wasted.
Well and truly.
I staggered to the Oktoberfest tent at about 8:40.
the event was closing at 9.
Bugger.
HAd some time to stumble around teh beer vendors and check out the place, ready for SAturday.
To be honest, I only got as far as the beer tents.

I started talking to the guys working there and I managed to get some tasters out of them. I had about 8 or 9 beers for free. Great! I tried to give them some intelligible responses as to the hopping, the alcohol content, the beer style and where perhaps the ingredients came from etc. but I'm not sure how lucid I was, because, you see... ...I was very, very drunk.
Here's a photo of some of the vendors.I think there was Shonan beer, Yokohama beer (the lady there wouldn't give me a free sample - she was probably a lesbian and frigid. Either that or she wasn't stupid and didn't fall for my little 'free taster' rouse), Echigo beer and some others I can't remember right now.

I remember eventually trying to buy a beer. The Spaaten was what I wanted. Found the place where they served it. There were 2 German guys there (token Germans employed to pour beer). They were cool guys. I told them 1500yen was way too much for a beer. They said "This is Japan!" And I said "Yeah, and I'm not Japanese." (This could be Disneyland - do I look like Mickey Mouse?).
The guys taking the money was the manager of the German Farm Grill in Shibuya. He recognized me and gave me 5 500yen vouchers for Saturday!
I ordered a 1000yen Spaaten helles (good beer). I went to the bar and straight away the German guy from Munich (right side) gave me a ready poured beer! He whispered to me that it was actually a 1500yen October fest marzen beer! Cool! The sneaky German!

Here's a photo of the two of them:

Thanks, guys!

I talked with them a little and we drank together, while they were closing down (it was 9pm).
The guy on the elft was born in the Urals of Russsia.
He speaks 4 languages! He told me he liked Franziskaner ( a wheat beer from Munich).
I told him I also liked it and he went to the back and came back with a big bottle for me! Cool!
We sat dwon together and had a beer and talked and then the Russian German came back with some fried cheese/sausage food which he gave to me.
Boy, my stomach was in a bad way. It took me a long time to eat it and drink the expensive beer (3which was about 6.5%alc- I was so drunk, it was tough to finish it).
I hope I see the guys on Saturday.
THey left later with some girls.
I lost them.
I staggered around Sakuragicho and walked back to Yokohama, singing all the way.
Here are some pics of the new Bay Quarter area.

I got home about 12:30 or 1am.

Can't remember much.

Today, just had these 2 beauties.
a Sapporo classic (commemorating 130 years).

Nice. 6/10.

The 2nd is a can of Beck's German beer. Nice beer.

Also ate 2 bars of chocolate, just to finish off my healthy options for the night.

It's 4:30 am, Saturday morning.
Almost sunrise.
Better get to sleep.
Got a lot of drinking to do today.