If two’s a company and three’s a crowd, then we had a ‘crowd of beer’ on the outdoor ‘local ale stall run by volunteers’ (copyright M. Hill) for the home game against as we like to say high-flying Woking. Our Three Brewers regulars; Classic and Golden Ale were on this chilly Satday accompanied by Blonde.
YES. I know.
Blonde.
Thanks Three Brewers. You can imagine the day of punning highlights (BOOMBOOM!) that awaited those of us on pint pulling duty.
Before taking up beer serving duties though there was the small matter of a TLF trip to the City megastore. TLF and Julie yet again victims of what can only be described as retail grooming. Innocent souls lured in by explicit merchandise images shared on social media. The sheen of the new Mighty Saints winter coat, resplendent with yellow lining was more than they could resist; they were like the proverbial putty in the shopkeeper’s hands.
Sale complete (and new coat safely stowed away for fear of beer spillage) it was time for TLF to deal with the slings and arrows of blonde jokes while also meeting the beer demands of a decent sized (as in there were a lot of them, rather than a comment on their shapes; there will be no body fascism here) and clearly thirsty crowd.
Selling beer on a warm summery day is fun. Selling beer on a cold day, well TLF was thinking she could take it or leave it. You can’t really wear gloves to serve beer al fresco, and the resulting cold fingers mean that operating tight and uncooperative beer taps or opening 9 (nine) bottles of lager and fashioning a tray to carry them for some thirsty Dutchmen (oh yes that’s Clarence Park; an international destination) isn’t too pleasant on the poorly circulated TLF paws. But surprisingly enough blonde jokes can warm a TLF’s cockles (“I fancy a blonde” notwithstanding), as can the warmth of newcomers being delighted to see local ales on sale and meeting a fellow, local Lesta sufferer.
TLF i/c ale
It turns out that gentlemen do prefer blondes; the first beer to sell out before half time had even arrived. Even TLF had tried a cheeky couple of small blondes (see they’ve got me at it now) and I’m normally a lager girl.
The lager girl even got to watch some football with the troops. Sadly no winner but a cracking penalty save from Deano meant a more than deserved draw against the second placed team in the league.
Walking home, with hands finally defrosted, TLF couldn’t stop smiling. A decent result and some great company and chat. Blondes really do have more fun.
Legally blonde Fox
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