Russia tried to introduce beer as kind of the new vodka - and it's working with younger people in major cities - but you can have ten shots of vodka and be perfectly okay. If I had ten beers, I would be liquidated.
It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.
The reality is that beer still outsells wine and spirits combined, and makes up 60 of all alcoholic beverage occasions. It's important to keep beer fun, relevant and in step with the changing preferences of adults who enjoy beer.
In the days when Glastonbury was an alternative festival, it was quite interesting. Now it is the most bourgeois thing on the planet. . . we'll leave the middle classes to do Glastonbury and the rest of the great unwashed will decamp to Knebworth and drink a lot of beer and have fun.
Put it back in the horse!
The gospel preached during every television show is 'You only go around once in life, so get all the gusto you can. ' It is a statement about theology; it is a statement about beer. It's lousy beer and even worse theology.
120 million of us place the big bang 2,500 years after the Babylonians and Sumerians learned to brew beer.
Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.
A well-made Martini or Gibson, correctly chilled and nicely served, has been more often my true friend than any two-legged creature.
To dispute with a drunkard is to debate with an empty house.
I've got to make a new life for myself, I'm out to learn how to enjoy my leisure now that I'm retired. I've been doing things people expected of me always. I want to feel free. I want to sit under a linden tree with nothing more important to worry about than the temperature of the beer, if there is anything more important.
I decided to stop drinking with creeps. I decided to drink only with friends. I've lost 30 pounds.
Recently I began to feel this void in my life, even after meals, and I said to myself, "Dave, all you do with your spare time is sit around and drink beer. You need a hobby. " So I got a hobby. I make beer.
Drinking beer with friends is perhaps the most underestimated of all Reformation insights and essential to ongoing reform; and wasting time with a choice friend or two on a regular basis might be the best investment of time you ever make.
But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.
Drunkenness does not create vice; it merely brings it into view.
I don't go to the gym or practice yoga. And the closest thing I have to a nutritionist is the Carlsberg Beer Company. I just have the appetite of a pigeon.
Beer has long been the prime lubricant in our social intercourse and the sacred throat-anointing fluid that accompanies the ritual of mateship. To sink a few cold ones with the blokes is both an escape and a confirmation of belonging.
Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.
It may be healthier to eat beer and franks with cheer and thanks, than to eat sprouts and bread with doubts and dread.