It all started with pints of Leffe
So there we were in leafy Greenwich, my girlfriend meeting my friend's soon-to-be wife for the first time. They had recently bought a very small one bed house and made some minor re-jigging by moving the downstairs bathroom into an en-suite in their modestly sized bedroom.

The rationale for the re-jigging had been that they would have a little bit more storage space and that the downstairs bathroom was impractical
as my friend's ample 6ft 4 frame meant that he couldn't actually shut the door while sat on the loo... a little embarrassing if they had guests.

Wine in hand the girls got chatting about shopping and while Ben and I talked rugby (he's not really a football fan) and drank beer, or something like that. Ben then mentioned that he had a load of Leffe, but decreed that we couldn't be girly and drink small glasses of the stuff, no we had to have pints of the stuff.

After a couple of pints we decide that we'd go to the local pub. They served Leffe there too (yay!), so we continued to drink pints of the stuff, which slipped down nicely.

At closing time we slightly wobbled back to their bijou abode. Time for one last pint of Leffe before bed? Oh yes.

That made it about 8-9 pints of Leffe.

After Ben and Emily went up to their bed, I impressed my girlfriend with a full on naked Five Star Frog Splash onto the sofa bed. Miraculously I didn't injure myself, girlfriend or bed. No, it was later that evening that my public performance happened.

At about 3am I woke up, full on room spinning and I was resigned to the inevitable run for the loo. But wait... I cant streak through my hosts' bedroom and wake them up with the sound of me redecorating the en suite. No, the shortest route was to the door. And there I was Yahtzeeing my guts up into the gutter.

I returned to bed to the sound of an unsympathetic tut, but this shuttle sick run routine continued until it was daylight.

All I can do is apologize to the poor people churchgoers that had to witness me nude dry heaving in the street. Still, at least I remembered to give them a wave.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 14:54, 8 replies)

I've never met anyone who actually likes Leffe.
A drink of last resort, in my experience.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 15:04, closed)

Hmm
It is a bit like the Heineken of Belgian beers - technically it fits within the category but it's got no real character to it. It's also too sweet for its own good.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 15:58, closed)

they don't sell it in pints neither
This chutney yakked on no more than four and a half pints
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 18:23, closed)

No, they don't sell pints...
Just buy two bottles and pour into pint glass... hence the end of the third paragraph.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 22:49, closed)

sorry I only read the subject line

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Aug 2013, 18:44, closed)

This is going to make me sound like a pretentious gaurdian-reading-foody
But Leffe is a "with-food" beer. Make a strong cheddar and chutney sandwich on seedy brown bread, and crack a bottle with that, and it kind of makes sense.
( The magic of chutney Shakes it like an Instagram filter!, Mon 12 Aug 2013, 12:04, closed)

How on earth is your username pronounced?
The best I've come up with so far is "atrightbracketleftbracketbarequals wzeronew".
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 17:51, closed)

Axe wound, innit.
L33t.
( @><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Fri 9 Aug 2013, 18:06, closed)