Three Sheets to the Wind

A few weeks ago Arnaud (the French form of the given name Arnold. The name is Germanic in origin, from arn (“eagle”) + wald (“ruler”).) visited us in Hamburg. Somewhere in between the shots of licorice schnapps in st. pauli dives, i managed to remember to ask if he’d read anything good recently. Thinking about it, this was an absurdly rude thing to do. While his English is as magnificent as his French accent, it’s really not ‘right’ to assume that the answer should come back with a reference to english language literature. I’m a bad european…

Fortunately Astra and schnapps make a man mellow and his answer was ‘Three Sheets to the Wind‘ by Pete Brown. It’s really a thinly disguised treatise on an englishman’s drinking problem, but under the disguise it manages to investigate the beer culture of several continents. There is no point in spilling the conclusion, but i found it the most disappointing part of the book. The journey is always better than the destination, or it’s hard to measure up to my hatred of english society?

I’ve probably mentioned this book to everyone, and therefore this post is redundant / superfluous. Still, here it is. By the way, Anchor Steam is still a very fine beer…

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