the Zen Zone Zanding revelations
Those who have queried for brand names of Zen Zone Zanding
and/or suggested specific labels need not fret any longer.
Thanks to various unholy allegiances over the years,including
to the teachings of one Le Baron de Kingston,aka.Bruce Hector,I can
with a notable level of confidence that specific types,brews,labels
even alcohol content matter not one wit toward achieving the Zen Zone
Zanding state.Believe me when I say I've tried just about every
publicly available poison in my quest for enlightenment and while
private pilgrimage has offered up some rather tasty treats, the real
answer remained elusive.
Perhaps it would have remained forever hidden too had it not
been for the fortuitous visit from an angel shaped like a
Labrador....or at least I think it was a Lab.
So there I was one day at the boatshed,laying in a cool bed of
sawdust underneath the boat seeking temporary relief from the 51
C temps inside the furnace..ooops!...I mean bowshed and was about to
pass out when in comes this vision from on high. He/She/It sauntered
over pushing a 500ml bottle of Spring water before it.Wondering to
myself why in blazes this couldn't be another cold beer, I
took this odd offering and downed it like a champ.
The fresh cold liquid made its' presence felt all the way down
my GI tract and within minutes, I had found the will to crawl out
under the boat,sweep off the dust and begin looking for something to
The Labrador was nowhere to be seen,despite my whistles and in fact
never been seen since.
And that,miracle of miracles, is when I had the neuron
expanding experience of true enlightenment.Somehow,the truth managed
to percolate its way up through the junkyard of my brain-scape and
make itself known to my other neuron resting beneath a shadey tree.
And the truth was COLD! Yup, one easy to pronounce word,COLD. Not
Nicks' Dark River Ale,or Newcastle Brown or even Bud....just
pure,biological,organic sweet COLD.
Ever since that day,I have made it my new religion to NEVER
EVER EVER TILL GOD GUNS ME DOWN run out of ice for cooler.What goes
in the cooler is almost irrelevant although I confess a wee weakness
for pedestrian beers myself :-)
Thus, I will not encourage nor discourage any particular
private choice of hydration other to pass on what I learnt from an
angel disguised as a Labrador......make it a COLD ONE! :-D
Peter Lenihan,excessively enjoying evenings on the computer while on