Frankly Speaking

I wish I had a camera.. that was working. after whatever wild things that happened last night after Reuben-my flatmate's birthday.

Through thorough testings and experimentations (bullsh*t), the newest beer that's come up to the top of my list of beers, is not that shitty Tennents, although Tennents beats the crap out of pumps, is Corona. It's not got that shitty beer taste from malt in it, which I'm not too fond of, it's got a mild taste with a faint whiff of lime in it. So yes Corona Extra beats Carlsberg Export, beats Stella Artois (the UK one, not the import, the import beats all these), beats Strongbow, beats Tiger (<-- definitely). next to try is Kronenbourg 1664, and the famous Bud. Everyone's talking about Bud, and Heineken.

One of the only clear bottle beers.

But then that's beer, nothing beats sipping Baileys listening to jazz in a dimly-lit bar. I'm beginning to love the life and philosophy here. Why? Because everytime it happens, there's this faint feeling of rejoice and light-headedness accompanied not by the thoughts of tomorrow, just of the thought of crashing into bed at the end of the night and waking up to the sounds of Jack Johnson in the late morning.

By the way, I wasn't drunk at all. No really. I'm not hungover either if that's what you're thinking.