This is some of the saddest news I’ve heard for sometime :( Apparently the price of a pint is set to rise by up to 60%. All due to poor weather and the price of hops going up…
“Foamee is a free service that helps track who you owe beers to (and vice versa) using the popular messaging service, Twitter.”
I’m a bit late at posting this… but tomorrow night, Halloween 31st Oct, it’s ClubPub’s Thriller Killer! ClubPub is a quarterly night POKE put on for friends, colleagues and randoms to get dressed up and hammered.
From 7ish to late at The Electricity Showrooms, 39A Hoxton Square (near 333/Mother Bar just by Old St./Hoxton St.)
Sadly Emma is leaving POKE today :( She’s decided we’re all far too immature, so is off to teach a load of school kids instead. The good news though, was that we got to throw her a pirate themed picnic in Regents Park to see her off! We started to work our way through a case of Mount Gay Rum at 5pm, Kester was being sick on his feet by 8.30pm, Dave got us all barred from Primrose Hill Pub by 9pm, me and Alex downed Jagermeister and Red Bull Depth Charges at god knows o’clock and Igor was last man home at 5am. I’m still hungover now, 48 hours later…
Leila gives me and Donny a quick lesson on how a ladies minge should be groomed. I can’t recall now why we needed to know this, but that’s the OAP for you!
I’ve been painting our stall all week, it’s loud, it’s huge, it’s vomit inducing, it’s going to be amazing. If you think you’re a good burper you’ve got to come, we’ve also got crap loads of free booze to ply you with. Only 1600 people allowed in this year so get there early before it’s one in one out. More info.
Not seen this before, Jolly doing a 3 pint beer waterfall, nice drinking action from the Icelandic intern (says he can do it with 4 pints too!) Photo from Nick’s Flickr.
I’m very pleased to announce that I won this bottle of Hendrick’s gin for coming first place in the circus themed fancy dress competition at the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club on Friday night. I’m even more pleased that there’s no photo of me in my outfit as it was a rather small leopard skin strongman’s tunic which would only cover one nipple at a time. If the two girls who invited me back to their house at the end of the evening happen to read this blog, I’m sorry I didn’t come, I was very very drunk, and yes I really regret it now…