And up here, on top of the world, our cider is the real thing as well. Oh, Ok! it isn’t true scrumpy with the dead rat and all in the barrel as it ferments, but it is truly alcohicic. That other stuff is just apple juice – - -
It could well be, speaking in the third person, that Monsieur AerChie knows of this due to a lack of memory. There are some who claim the eminent blogger and noted cross-continental tightrope avoider was once seen dancing upon an otherwise unremarkable table after an undisclosed number of pints of this brew. This must be false as Monsieur AerChie only remembers the first two pints and has no recollection of the table which may or may not have been wearing a blue tablecloth.
We’ll never convert Metro to cider; his taste buds are completely burnt off, thanks to the turps he pours into his beer to make the Budweiser go down smoother.
Well, about drinking habit. I also have drink alcohol as habit when I hanged out with my fellas. Drink alcohol doesn’t mean get drunk. Just suit with your body accepting the alcohol, one or two glass i think still fine to make you not drunk.
…or …you know, maybe english isn’t his first language. either that or he’s drunk when writing ALL of his posts and half the time doesn’t even bother with words. Former is more plausable, but the latter is more entertaining.
Yes, but Indonesians are virtually all Muslim and thus not allowed to drink. I know, because when I was there I drank all their gin. Three bucks a bottle for Gordon’s: pretty spiffy!
Hehehe…sorry for my horrible English. Yes, I am Indonesian, and for sure I ain’t Mosleem, I am Christian.
Uhhh,,its like I embarrassed my self here with my english, and its glad that you all know about my country ( i thought people only will know about Bali island than the country)
No worries, Nando. I apologize; it was a cheap shot. Funny, but cheap.
I visited Manado, Bunakin, the Bandas, and Ambon while I was there. Some day I hope to get back there, but it’ll take a little more $ than I currently have at my disposal just to cover airfare.
thanks to all for appreciate my english, sorry for raincoaster, its began out of topic ’cause of me ^^
Uhhh,,,so pity that you are not visiting bali in indonesia, cause it is the most beautiful island with beautiful beaches in my country, i suggest you should come for your next trip here.
For valarmorghulis ‘n G Eagle Esq, thanks. You know what ? For fact, in my country if someone use English in their conversation (wheter full English or maybe half English and Bahasa) will get impulse acted from fellas. They will thing the person who speak English as an arrogant, its really makes me crazy (due to I really want be able speak English fluently), thats why I bring up my speaking exercise to write something on blog with english.
I wanted to go to Bali, but the friend I was travelling with, who was more experienced then I was, said it had been ruined by tourists and wasn’t worth visiting. Sadly, I believed him. Six months later I got a postcard from him saying, “I’m in Bali, and it’s HEAVEN ON EARTH!”
I hated him then.
And when I was in Indonesia a lot of the little kids wanted to talk to me to practice their English, but the grown ups did not. The kids were pretty good, except they all called me “Mister”. I taught them “Missus” instead.
Very well. Loot score is rather high: tix to see the Lipizzaner stallions courtesy Metro and Mme Metro, a party at a winery tonight, a direct LINK and whole blog post from Raul (yay, technorati juice), a perfect Cthulhu card from you, an all-you-can-drink invitation once I get back to Vancouver (which only shows he doesn’t know how much I can drink), and enough birthday wishes to clog the entire @raincoaster column in Tweet Deck.
Myself, I pretend sparkling cider is champagne, and watch every body else get goofy when they’re loaded. It’s fun.
Ah, but that’s because you live in a repressive dictatorship. Up here, our sparkling cider can be 12% alcohol.
And up here, on top of the world, our cider is the real thing as well. Oh, Ok! it isn’t true scrumpy with the dead rat and all in the barrel as it ferments, but it is truly alcohicic. That other stuff is just apple juice – - -
Your Grace
How does Monsieur AerChie kNow
….. of equal pertinence, if le Cidre en Les Anti=podes is really that “Good”, how does he remember
AND should he be telling impressionable young Visitors like M Metro about this
Yr Grace’s obedt servant etc
G E
It could well be, speaking in the third person, that Monsieur AerChie knows of this due to a lack of memory. There are some who claim the eminent blogger and noted cross-continental tightrope avoider was once seen dancing upon an otherwise unremarkable table after an undisclosed number of pints of this brew. This must be false as Monsieur AerChie only remembers the first two pints and has no recollection of the table which may or may not have been wearing a blue tablecloth.
I think I’ll replace alcohol with whiskey.
There’s certainly something fermenting here. Great post.
BTW, how do I get a bookmark button bar like you got at the bottom?
You use GetSocial, like I’ve been saying in the forum.
That’s not cheaper though. If I could get a whiskey sponsor I might do the same myself.
We’ll never convert Metro to cider; his taste buds are completely burnt off, thanks to the turps he pours into his beer to make the Budweiser go down smoother.
I think I saw those pictures in Playgirl.
You have a button bar on your bottom? My, but ain’t you de fancy one!
Yeah, most girls just get a tramp stamp, but I had to take it farther.
Like MapQuest?
No, actual three-dimensional buttons to post my ass to Facebook, Twitter, Digg, LinkedIn, etc. It’s Web 3.0, baby!
Well, about drinking habit. I also have drink alcohol as habit when I hanged out with my fellas. Drink alcohol doesn’t mean get drunk. Just suit with your body accepting the alcohol, one or two glass i think still fine to make you not drunk.
Reading your comment, I’m not sure you’re not drunk right now.
…or …you know, maybe english isn’t his first language. either that or he’s drunk when writing ALL of his posts and half the time doesn’t even bother with words. Former is more plausable, but the latter is more entertaining.
He’s an Indo-cat, and it looks like a babelfish translation.
Yes, but Indonesians are virtually all Muslim and thus not allowed to drink. I know, because when I was there I drank all their gin. Three bucks a bottle for Gordon’s: pretty spiffy!
Nando could have ducked under the virtual curtain. The Indo-cats I’ve met are good people with cool names.
Hehehe…sorry for my horrible English. Yes, I am Indonesian, and for sure I ain’t Mosleem, I am Christian.
Uhhh,,its like I embarrassed my self here with my english, and its glad that you all know about my country ( i thought people only will know about Bali island than the country)
Nando– I worked with some folks from Indomobile years ago. Met Teddy Boon, too.
So, where u come from ? have u enjoying my country ?
Your english isn’t that bad, I have family that are more difficult to understand.
No worries, Nando. I apologize; it was a cheap shot. Funny, but cheap.
I visited Manado, Bunakin, the Bandas, and Ambon while I was there. Some day I hope to get back there, but it’ll take a little more $ than I currently have at my disposal just to cover airfare.
In this kindly & welcoming Place, Mr Nando must really not trouble himself with his English, which is really quite good
….. especially when compared with someone else’s incomprehensible efforts at French/Norman-French, Germanisch, Latin/Italian/Spanisch etc etc
thanks to all for appreciate my english, sorry for raincoaster, its began out of topic ’cause of me ^^
Uhhh,,,so pity that you are not visiting bali in indonesia, cause it is the most beautiful island with beautiful beaches in my country, i suggest you should come for your next trip here.
For valarmorghulis ‘n G Eagle Esq, thanks. You know what ? For fact, in my country if someone use English in their conversation (wheter full English or maybe half English and Bahasa) will get impulse acted from fellas. They will thing the person who speak English as an arrogant, its really makes me crazy (due to I really want be able speak English fluently), thats why I bring up my speaking exercise to write something on blog with english.
I wanted to go to Bali, but the friend I was travelling with, who was more experienced then I was, said it had been ruined by tourists and wasn’t worth visiting. Sadly, I believed him. Six months later I got a postcard from him saying, “I’m in Bali, and it’s HEAVEN ON EARTH!”
I hated him then.
And when I was in Indonesia a lot of the little kids wanted to talk to me to practice their English, but the grown ups did not. The kids were pretty good, except they all called me “Mister”. I taught them “Missus” instead.
So how’s the birthday girl doing?
Very well. Loot score is rather high: tix to see the Lipizzaner stallions courtesy Metro and Mme Metro, a party at a winery tonight, a direct LINK and whole blog post from Raul (yay, technorati juice), a perfect Cthulhu card from you, an all-you-can-drink invitation once I get back to Vancouver (which only shows he doesn’t know how much I can drink), and enough birthday wishes to clog the entire @raincoaster column in Tweet Deck.
You gave no warning. Late Happy Birthday, as long as you don’t mind being called Dan.
(“Oh Liver! Don’t you know I gotta LEG?!”)
Wow, Joe Cocker should have subtitles every time he performs! Thanks!
You’re welcome, Dan.