What a memory shaker this is. Had to go to the Liquor Store to get some feminine drinks - vodka coolers, and thought that I would treat myself to an exotic beer, something more than my usual buck a beer. The LS doesn't sell Dos Equis any more so I picked up some Stella. At the checkout I did a triple take and closely examined the can for authenticity; there were piles of "Tiger Beer". Last seen by this thirsty guy 40 years ago on the Malayan Peninsular. Rumour had it that because the beer was so potent it couldn't handle the climate change and consequently never ventured past Egypt. Many a 'squaddie' has killed many many brain cells with this stuff. It came straight from the brewery into the canteens in quart bottles, sold on the streets in Singapore. Hong Kong and all Garrisons East of Cairo. One the finest sites I ever saw was when we had just come out of a ten day jungle exercise back to the 'bivvies' on the beach, there was the biggest pile of beer crates ever assembled just for the drinking. Never happen in this day of PC armies, and dry bases. Modern soldiering has lost all the fun. Tiger beer was a large part of my youth and to see it almost 40 years to the day was a wonderful flashback. Anyway bought some, drank it, and the taste is still the same. Must confess I have to holdback though as the largest part of the beer was its potency and I'm damn sure I can't take that at this stage of my life.
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OK Ben, so how do you feel this morning? That's the real test for your Tiger beer!
I'm sure I had a few of these in Bangkok now that I think of it. Good beer.
Had another one yesterday and I feel fine this morning, of course the rate of consumption was the sedate Sunday afternoon pace, not the Git'r Down of a Friday evening!
The headline for this posting really bugs me - memory of an older person indeed.
I thought you were "a young 62?"
We're not old, we're just very mature adults. Remember that!
And pass me the pepto bismal.
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