It was the usual Saturday afternoon sat in the pub contemplating
something more interesting over a few pints. Obviously the main
topic was how we could get more pissed, and make it more fun.
A yard of ale drinking competition was thrown forward and that
lead to a chain of events that would end in pain and humiliation.
We made our way to the nearest home brew shop and with what
could only be described as contrived nonchalance strolled up
to the counter and ask the shop keep for 1 of his finest yards
of ale. Bitter disappointment met us with a slap in the face.
He had no yards of ale. Not even half a yard. He then pointed
out that even if we were to find one we were looking at forking
out at least 60 of her majesties pounds for it.
We regrouped and checked our options. Spending the day traipsing
around Leeds in the search of what in essence is just a very
big glass wasn’t how we wanted to spend our Saturday afternoon.
We looked around the shop, there was various home brew equipment
scattered around the place, and there on the top shelf behind
the counter was our saviour and downfall. A double edged sword
if you will.
A large funnel and 1 meter of tubing were purchased, a quick
trip to the off licence solved our beer problem and we were
set. The beer bong challenge had come about and we were now
in too deep to turn back.
Pictures of Richie