Snake Bite
I know that I often babble like a Cartoon Cat with a massive head wound on this blog, but I generally don't like to leave anybody in the dark as far as my posts go. This is why I submit the "learn British" posts and write the little side note definitions, so that there is a general sense of clarity and understanding. Just because I'm an Australian Booze Hound living in London and you're a Single Mother living in New York, doesn't mean we can't form some kind of coherent writer-reader relationship. Fuck R.E.M there's nothing clever about ambiguity.
Which brings us to the next little London lesson, The Snake Bite. This alcoholic beverage will no doubt be referenced many times in future posts, and I just want to get everybody up to speed so that there is no confusion. Let's start with the ingredients:
And it does sound pretty woeful. I still remember the first time I watched one of these being poured. Half Fosters, followed by Strongbow Cider - I was dry reaching by the time I saw the cordial being added. And this is from a guy who'd happily eat Roast Spiders. But as bad as the preparation looks, it actually makes for good drinking - like a fizzy version of Ribena. (Not sure if that's a universally understood reference - swap Ribena with your local black currant flavoured drink if you're scratching your head).
Oh it's tacky, nobody's denying that. I doubt James Bond has ever ordered a Snake Bite from the Morocco Casino Bar. But what it lacks in style, it makes up for in pure practicality. It's smooth simple flavour means it's easy to down, making it a favourite for pub drinking games (such as the Football Club's drinking race), and for those who generally want to get toasted in a short time-span (perfect for combating the harsh London closing times).
To be honest I'd never even heard of this stuff back home, yet they sell it by the bucketfull in the pubs and clubs frequented by Aussies over here. A lot of pubs sell it by the jug (oh, Fulham Slug and Lettuce off the top of my head) which means you can stock up on the tipple and cut the number of bar trips you need to make. That frees up your time for other pub activities such as drunkenly leering at the Brazilian girls, or stealing ash-trays.
So if you didn't know what a Snake Bite was, you do now. I don't want to see comments on future posts along the lines of "OMG Beef! You said you had a few Snake Bites on the weekend! Did it hurt? Did U see a Doctor? Was the Snake posionous :("
You silly kids.
Which brings us to the next little London lesson, The Snake Bite. This alcoholic beverage will no doubt be referenced many times in future posts, and I just want to get everybody up to speed so that there is no confusion. Let's start with the ingredients:
Snake Bite:I know what you're thinking:
1/2 pint lager
1/2 pint cider
2 splashes blackcurrant cordial
And it does sound pretty woeful. I still remember the first time I watched one of these being poured. Half Fosters, followed by Strongbow Cider - I was dry reaching by the time I saw the cordial being added. And this is from a guy who'd happily eat Roast Spiders. But as bad as the preparation looks, it actually makes for good drinking - like a fizzy version of Ribena. (Not sure if that's a universally understood reference - swap Ribena with your local black currant flavoured drink if you're scratching your head).Oh it's tacky, nobody's denying that. I doubt James Bond has ever ordered a Snake Bite from the Morocco Casino Bar. But what it lacks in style, it makes up for in pure practicality. It's smooth simple flavour means it's easy to down, making it a favourite for pub drinking games (such as the Football Club's drinking race), and for those who generally want to get toasted in a short time-span (perfect for combating the harsh London closing times).
To be honest I'd never even heard of this stuff back home, yet they sell it by the bucketfull in the pubs and clubs frequented by Aussies over here. A lot of pubs sell it by the jug (oh, Fulham Slug and Lettuce off the top of my head) which means you can stock up on the tipple and cut the number of bar trips you need to make. That frees up your time for other pub activities such as drunkenly leering at the Brazilian girls, or stealing ash-trays.
So if you didn't know what a Snake Bite was, you do now. I don't want to see comments on future posts along the lines of "OMG Beef! You said you had a few Snake Bites on the weekend! Did it hurt? Did U see a Doctor? Was the Snake posionous :("
You silly kids.
posted by Beef at Wednesday, August 16, 2006
5 Comments:
Drinking and venemous bites although apparently adopted by the English are best dealt with by Ausstralians given our appetite for the former and abundance of creatures capable of the latter. I have two stories on drinking and venemous creatures I `d liek to contribue, both involving days watching cricket on the 'Hill' at Adelaide oval watching cricket, in particlar with Beefs old flat mate England, who as his name would suggest is fiercely Australian, a broader accent you will not find.
1) Beer Snake - a term describing a collection of empty plastic beer cups, that when inserted into each other appear snake like. On Englands' buck show (42degC), we accumulated a beer snake approximately 10 metres long, containing approximately 600 cups. (Don`t worry, it`s only mid-strength).
2) Spider Bite. With England and our drinking champion (double centurion Stu), we spent a day watching the state one day final, and sank a few mid strength beers, until they ran out, then a few fulls, then a when they ran out of that a few lights and then a couple of moselles for good measure. It was about 37degrees and we got plastered. England had to leave early because he was playing some indoor netball, also had a bit of a headache (we berrated him for being soft). Turns out he had been bitten by a (sometimes fatal) redback spider on his ankle prior to our sweaty session, but it barely held him back. naturally work was out of the question the next day. (mostly because he went to hospital I think)
Campbell, thats a fucking long ass comment. so long i didn't even bother reading it.
Campballs - you need a snake bite.
I think I had one of those once. Damn! If only I could remember more of those nights.
ah the snakebite...
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