Best before end of…

My friend had left a bottle of Leffe Blonde in the fridge. I don’t drink much, and my fridge is firmly FIFO, so the bottle had moved deeper and deeper into the unknown. Had I not gotten a rush job and could I not use a beer at this nightly hour, I would have never ventured into the heart of darkness myself.

The bottle said: best before end of… May 2004. Hm… Should I drink this now, or wait? Can you rush a Leffe Blond? I did not even have the right cheese to accompagny it.

A meagre bookhunt, yesterday. Something Asimov, something Huxley, and a Project Gutenberg clearance nightmare, because I did not realise in time that the third book, a history book, was a collection of translated essays.

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