As a new age 'Guardian' reader,I think that it is disgraceful that certain board members should suggest foisting commercial Ciders onto unsuspecting 'Floozies',sorry,'Young Ladies'.
I'd suggest sweet 'Merrydown' (approx. 8.3% alchohol) anytime!
note:I have no commercial interest with said 'Knicker-dropping' cider producer!
I don’t pretend to know all the ins and outs of this phrase, but it seems safe to say that one sure sign you are a girlie man is that when you’re called one, you whine humourlessly about it.
Since no one on this thread is whining humourlessly, I submit that you all are NOT in fact girlie-men but rather posing as girlie-men, except for the one of you that is in fact female, who I'm not sure about. I expect a lot more whining from any girlie-men from here on out.
Martin Milner wrote:
The irony is that cider is approximately 1 1/2 times stronger than most beers and lagers, so it takes less to get drunk. That's why we buy it for the laydeez, hoping to get them drunk and have our way with them.
What you want is cyser: it's kind of like cider-meets-mead. Start with a few gallons of cider, add a few pounds of honey, and ferment one of two ways. Either dry mead yeast or (I prefer) begin with ale yeast and add champagne yeast once the ale yeast has been killed by the alcohol. You get something that tastes like a sweetish cider but is 12-14%.
I met a distinctly un-girlie man today. He was the chief of the crew trimming our trees. He was telling us that he had fallen off a ladder once and landed on his back on a large rock. It hurt, but he got back up the ladder and worked the rest of the day. He drove himself home and woke up the next morning unable to move. He'd broken his back in two places. THAT's un-girlie if I ever heard it.
I would never do that.
Charlie Whorfin Woods
"Our work puts heavy metal where it belongs -- as a music genre and not a pollutant in drinking water." -- Prof Ali Miserez.
-This reminds of the old boy scout joke: Lost in the woods, one remarked to the other "I wish we had Emily Post with us." Baffled, the other replied "Why?" "Well, I think we took the wrong fork."
(For those too young to remember Emily Post-she was an etiquette maven
born a generation ahead of the incomparable wit Dorothy Parker. I doubt they had much in common but gender, but Dorothy's reign makes a good historical reference point.)
Oblierating male body hair, once limited to models, bodybuilders, cyclists, swimmers and other active sportsmen, has become trendy writes Susan Phinney in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.