A Dutch Life

Started with My First Time
Continued from My First Time Part II
Continued further from My First Time Part III
Was still going at My First Time Part IV
Despite better judgement it continued here My First Time Part V

I turned to acknowledge the old man, but he was gone, just an empty bottle of yellow labeled Dark Ale remained, still wobbling from a awkward landing. The Schnitzel had arrived and I rediscovered the guys sitting around the table. I could see my beer, it’s green label faced me like it knew who I was. I looked at each of the guys, and as I did we all said “Mate, this tastes like an angel has pissed on my tongue”…

Strangely, we all tell exactly the same story about that day, as if each of us approached that bar, each ordered the beers and were each spoken to by the old man. No one knows for sure who he was, but rumour has it that a young bloke named Thomas used to visit the pub on fine summers days. He knew that after a day in the surf there is nothing like a sampling of his families fine brews while taking in the sea air.

From that day I have drunk Coopers, it’s the only beer my taste buds allow….

THE END