I stocked up the other day on a trip to London.
So, I have lined up, and waiting for the right occasion
Speedway Stout at 12%
Even More Jesus at 12%
Black Tokyo Horizon at 17%
and a couple of bottles of the utterly sublime Omnipollo Mazarin at 5.6%

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That speedway is awesome, is it the coffee one?

This would keep some of you busy with your calculators Red willow in Macc

Standard, Rewski.

Last trip was a big stock up on Hoppin’ Frog lunacy. Plenty BORRIS! 😀

Burning sky aurora, no chalkboard, don’t seem right 😉

Not had the omnipolo, love the labels being a designer like, that the candle one?

Hmmm not so fun now. Beer coma until 2am then awake until 5am. I remember why I only do this rarely.

Frederic Robinson’s Old Tom Strong Ale 8.5% – £1.50 330ml ASDA

This stuff will kick the crap outta ya…

Voted the worlds best ale on several occasions

Robinsons

Also got a “Two Cans” mate 😆 He got that when we were kids – someone said “he’s pissed after one can!”, to which he exclaimed “I’ve had two!”. Bless him.
I always go for 5%-7% beer/pale ale/ipa where possible, but never go for the shite full of chemicals. If it lists the holy quadruplet ingredients, it’ll do for me.
Special shout out to Hollandia strong (about 7.5%), which makes a lovely shandy 😛

I was recently in Bratislava. I ordered a beer. It was 12%!

Duval – somewhere around 8.5 and £1.75 in Sainsbury. Bought a dozen and had three in the sauna which is why I can’t read the label.

Duval Tripel Hop my favourite of the Duvals. Followed by the ‘green’ (though it’s been re-branded now I think?).

The Triple Hop comes in at 9.5% I think. The extra hops just make it for me.

Anyone remember TNT cider? Utterly lethal stuff!

I do! Took 6 bottles to school on my last day, along with a bong. On reflection, it wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had.

Still, better than on first day.

Special Brew / 1080 snakebite down in ones was a staple start to my football team’s after match ‘recovery’ regime. That was the start, oddly can’t remember how they finished most of the time, although usually involved waking up sometime on Sunday morning with an odd feeling that you’d made an arse of yourself somehow.