Well, folks, I have to shame-facedly admit I have drunk and eaten about ten times my body weight last week. Looking in the mirror now, I see not my reflection, but Henry the Eight’s. Or in my case, Henry One-Over-The-Eight’s.
As you know, last week I was in London, where Ubiq were trying to get Actionscript 3.0 into my dense cranium. And they are famous for their fabulous lunches. And then there was the meeting of friends in the evening. And they are famous for their fabulous dinners with fabulous amounts of alcohol. And then there was the all day barbeque on Saturday around the Runeckles, where I drank 90% of Stella Artois’ output for this year. This was accompanied by the now traditional truckload of burgers. In the evening, we dribbled over to the first Little Melton Beer Festival, (a weekend of camping, music and frankly, drinking until your eyes evaporated) where we had a few snifters to round off the diet Hiroshima I had been creating all day.
And yet, (and apologies for making you wait so long) in a complete perversion of all of the natural laws of planet Earth, I havn’t gained any weight!! Mind you, I havn’t lost any either, but that’s beside the point. What next week’s weigh-in will bring, I can’t imagine.
By the way, The First Little Melton Beer Festival had a rather sophisticated identity and signage programme, which I reproduce for you here.
Nice, isn’t it?