The usual, in other words.
The usual, in other words.
I moved to Lahndan three months ago, and since then it's been nothing but terrorism, horrendous fires, and general carnage. Getting quite sick of receiving texts from those that care about me back home (there are a few), checking to see whether I've perished in flames or at the hand of a machete.
Beer's cheap, though, which is nice.
Ooh, you sound like a beardy, sandal-wearing liberal when you go into CAMRA mode. You are Dr Headgear and I claim my five pounds.
Ale in winter, lager in summer imo. And while we make good ales, the furrins generally make better lagers (with exceptions like Camden Hells and Korev)