St Stout Day

There was a brief flirtation with college, that amounted to picking up a lorne sausage roll and a Mamiya before walking right back out the door.

There was some lunch planned in exaltation of the patron Saint of Stout drinking. Fiona was up staying with the Weatherman for a long weekend and thus we had an official Irish person to make our lunch a legitimate tribute to the Snake Driver.

After the Buffalo Grill had provided some nicely fired hunks of steak, we quaffed a few stouts (not the official stout mind, anyone who spends as much time as they do making novelty hats has clearly taken their eye off the brewing ball).