Soubriquet sadly reports a slip in the rankings over the last year. His doctors, in their wily wisdom, have prescribed medications that are somewhat hostile when taken by a frequent imbiber... the warnings were severe and scary. As a result Soubriquet' beer consumption has plummeted, leaving him soberly wistful, dreaming of those days when he'd search "Beer Paradise" for plunder, coming away with dusty bottles of cellar-matured Kriek. A favourite, at one time was a beer called "Delirium Tremens", sigh. A nice big mug of Hoegaarden would go down nicely right now.
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