One more killer squirrel
It has been a long time since I have written about the killer squirrels.
Ofcourse I have seen them around alot.
That’s right squirrels, I fucken see you, in the trees with your red ragey eyes looking at me, I just choose to ignore you.
A few days back I couldn’t help but notice the little violent fucker, as I walked too close to a tree, and one dropped out right in front of me.
We both froze.
We both knew the score, I am the natural enemy of the squirrel.
There i stood with a cricket ball in my hand, and there he stood with the look of a million serial killers in his eyes.
Violence was bound to ensue.
Out of nowhere a football hit the fence, in broke our stand off, and he did the bolt.
This was not a victory to me, it was more like how king kong “won” his fight against Godzilla.
One thing is for sure, the feud between me and the squirrels is far from over.
I have a problem
My local bar is a comfortable drunken waddle from my front door.
They have good food (although they changed their menu for summer and took off the steak), play good music, have two screens for sport, and have an outdoor area, is a little scummy without being a shit hole and has comfy couches.
I know it sounds like heaven, and it almost is, all except for one small detail.
The beer.
It is shit.
I have tried almost every beer they have on tap, which is like ten, and you’d think they have one good one, but no.
They have lagers: Staropramen (which i like to call star of penis, go on laugh, i dare ya), carling, becks and stella.
They aren’t the worst four lagers of all time, but I don’t find any of them that drinkable in a long session.
Their bitters are: john smith’s and black sheep, they do have another one, i just can’t remember what the fuck it is called.
Yet again neither are horse piss, but I couldn’t stay on either all day in a session.
Then they have Guiness, strongbow, a couple of others I can’t remember.
These really aren’t my thing.
So here is my conundrum, should i change bars?
There is a bar 10 minutes further walk away, and it has way better beers, but the ambience of a mortuary.
The chairs are not comfy, the main barman is to eager to be part of your life, and the place has an air of pretension that I don’t need.
So I have two choices, I can continue to drink at the pub with the beers i don’t like, or sit in a dentist’s reception room with a good beer.
I could always looks for other pubs within walking distance, but even if I find one with beer i like, and the ambience i desire, it wont be as close as my local.
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