Thursday, 2 October 2008

Not Stonch

I had been at our pub briefly for a quick word with the landlady and I was driving back down the rutted and pot holed lane, in driving rain, beyond the sole house along the lonely one mile stretch from the main road to the pub. Going back to the road, a half mile away up the steepest part of the lane and heading towards the pub, my headlights (the lane is unlit at this point) picked out a bedraggled figure plodding upwards. Nothing too unusual about that, except this geezer was on crutches.

Was it Stonch looking for a decent pint and overdoing his exercise. Alas no. This guy was better looking and taller, but it was odd all the same!

8 comments:

Wurst aka Whorst said...

Yeah, you probably gave him one too! Beer journalism at its finest!!

Rednev said...

Wurst aka Whorst: having looked at your own blog devoted to rubbishing beer bloggers, I don’t understand what drives you. As a bitter drinker for the last 38 years, I am sometimes amused or irritated (depending on my mood) by pretentious descriptions of beer, such as “an initial taste of cherries gives way to a full-flavoured pineapple burst, with a long lingering coffee aftertaste”, but so what? I get fed up with pretentious sports writers who compare a Premier footballer’s game with a Mozart symphony, a novel by Proust, or a painting by Modigliani - all of which I’ve actually read in the papers - but I haven’t set up a blog to deal with such rubbish. I’ve got better things to do.

In a world beset by real problems that do deserve anger and action, I think that going to the aggressive lengths that you do just to rubbish beer bloggers shows a distinct lack of perspective. You are entitled to your own point of view, of course, but your disproportionate invective looks like an obsession with what is essentially a completely harmless activity.

Anonymous said...

I agree, rednev, it is quite extraordinary how people waste their time trying to make others' lives miserable, when in fact these poor souls are the ones living in a state of great misery. It all boils down to karma. We just have to learn to live with such rabble.

Keep up the fine work, Tandleman.

Wurst aka Whorst said...

What I do is largely theater. I'm not some chump who just discovered Newcastle Brown. I'm into comedy, and it apparently doesn't mix well with beer blogs.

Stonch said...

Whorst wrote: "What I do is largely theater...I'm into comedy"

Theatre needs an audience, and comedy needs to be funny. I've looked at your blog, and it fails on both points.

Kevin, as Rednev says, you're just making yourself look obsessive. I'd be the first to laugh if you wrote something funny, but instead you're just vindictive and repetitive.

Jeff said...

By the way, Peter, if this person you saw was better looking than me, presumably he was on his way to a modelling assignment.

Wurst aka Whorst said...

There's lotsa funny stuff on the anti-blog. You don't like it because much of it is about taking the piss out of you. Who in the hell thinks of making a cask look pretty?? C'mon Stanch, you have to admit, it's not too difficult to take the piss out of you. My joke about your foot trouble being related to the nail polish you use was class.

Jeff said...

"My joke about your foot trouble being related to the nail polish you use was class."

I have to concede that was funny. The picture made me laugh too. I was completely fucked on a combination of port, Adnams Broadside and codine when I saw it, however.