A festivus for the rest of us

So Saturday was spent enjoying the delights of the Denbigh Beer Festival. This largely involved arriving at 1pm, being hammered by 4pm, leaving at 8pm and being in bed asleep by 10pm. Who says I don’t live a rock and roll lifestyle?

Other than the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed (to the point when me, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law-in-law, and one of my best friends were doing a full rendition of “Delilah”. Unfortunately there is video of this somewhere) the highlight was tearing apart the ridiculous adverts in the Beer Festival programme. Call it professional pride, but some of these adverts were so poor it made the “marketing” part of my brain melt. Some of them didn’t even have contact details on them! Hideous.

So ultimately, this weekend I learnt that I can’t switch my work brain off, even when it’s pickled in alcohol.

That’s right, I reached the point in the evening where I thought
it appropriate to throw up some “gang” signs.