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September 27, 2010

I was never interested in beer.  Beer makes you queer, brandy makes you randy, gin makes you sin, rum makes you cum…but nothing for Stout.  I remember who introduced me to this health drink.  A medical diagonsis a few generations ago was, sit in the sun and have a glass of stout.   Eminently sensible, unlike medical diagnoses these days.

Augstin d’ Aboitiz was the man who introduced me to the joy of stout.  He was of Spanish background and grew up in the Phillipines before coming  to Australia in late teens to Sydney. He was bearded with Leninesque type spectales which veiled his layers of kajoul which he applied to his eyes.  This was the 70’s.  He had many idiosyncries one of which is related to stout.  We would be standing in some Sydney bar that he frequented, each with our pot of stout.  Occaisonally I would watch him dip the ends of his fingers into the top of the glass and then run same hand through his hair, Stout is a hair product, how modern if even in the 70’s.  And so the ritual of stout began for me.  I only drank stout but with a dash of lemonade, as distinct from a black and tan or a portagaff…it was of my own creation.  I was also fascinated by the label on Abbortsford Stout, it was a grafik of two men holding hands, probably they were shaking hands, but I have always said : “This is the only label with two men holding hands”   I doubt if that is true now.

Beer was cheap but for me boring.  Vino is part of the diet/medication although these days the quaff can be weeks apart.  And the occaisonal treat is a comforting glass of stout, preferable abbotsford stout.

It is an acquired tast.  Enjoy some inquiry.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Linzi K permalink
    October 27, 2010 7:14 am

    It so cool to indulge in what the masses will not, and stout is of this genre. You are cool baby!

  2. dyoll09 permalink*
    March 11, 2011 4:13 pm

    how compassionate…

  3. Lori Harley permalink
    December 4, 2011 7:00 am

    Stout gives you gout honey……………..Lozza xx

  4. Cheryl Rooney permalink
    January 11, 2012 6:41 am

    and champagne makes girls dance and drop their pants (so I have been told)

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