In Praise of the Strong Pint - and a bus to the end of your road

Back to the Evening Star, yesterday.  BHAFC were playing Fulham, I hadn't been for a full day in Brighton for ages and I also like lunch at the Basketmakers.

Of late, we've stopped getting a train to Brighton for football, favouring instead the No12 service which runs from the end of our road.

Leaving aside a diatribe about how annoying it is trying to shop in the Lanes on a Saturday in November I found myself with a couple of bags of shopping in the Evening Star around 4pm.

It took a few minutes to bag myself a decent seat but before long I had a pint, a seat and a tablet upon which I was reading a PDF book about Arduinos (Arduini?).  This is related to my sortofdayjob as someone who runs a TechEd centre and it's my duty, and pleasure to play about with geeky kit. 

Mostly the afternoon until the arrival of the fans passed without incident - one slightly weird comment aside from a bloke much younger than me saying "what you got there, girl?" pointing at the PDF I was reading which had an illustrative picture of an Arduino connected to some LEDS using a breadboard (there are so many things wrong with what he said and how he said it I just said "it's an electronic book" in a slightly irritated fashion, and then he left me alone).

Still, by the time the guys arrived, I'd manage to get the beers in and we settled ourselves in.  They were buoyant having seen Brighton win (again) and learning that Newcastle had lost, closing the gap at the top of the table.  The next couple of hours passed happily.

After M left, S and I planned our journey home...and then decided that a pint of one of the guest beers would be in order.  Oakham Green Devil IPA.  Oh heck!

It was a great pint and after having finished it, there was just time to pop into M&S for a little picnic for the bus and to float around to the No12 to get home.  It dropped us off at the end of the road, we staggered slightly towards home and went to sleep almost immediately.

Such is the loveliness of the beer, it didn't even leave a hangover behind.

As a result we have enough oomph to pop to the office and play with some tech kit (hopefully without someone making a weird comment!)