Distractingly Sexy

I nipped round to the local micro brewery for a half. I had a private tour there over a year ago before the beer was brewed, but until last night hadn’t tried any. It was nice. I knew some friends were intending to go this evening when the brewery was staying open longer than usual. So with MasterB outside in the garden, and my dinner lining my stomach, off I trotted.

I met two friends. I knew no one else, recognised no one else other than the owner. Now this is odd. The brewery is in the next street. I know lots of people there. If I go to my local pub even if I don’t know everyone, I recognise the vast majority. There were at least three hipsters. We never see hipsters in this neighbourhood. So passé; so Hoxton. Really, I may have to move.

However, the beer I tried tonight which had elderflower was delicious. I suspect it is a *ladies’ beer*, the sort of thing Al Murray in his rôle as the pub landlord would suggest for his female customers. Sexism has been in the news this week after Tim Hunt made a speech to fellow scientists and in front of scientific journalists at Seoul. In case you missed it, here is what he is alleged to have said:

“Let me tell you about my trouble with girls. Three things happen when they are in the lab. You fall in love with them, they fall in love with you and when you criticise them, they cry.”

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The Tomb of the Unknown Craftsman

Working at home this week, and ploughing my way through some dull paperwork.
To stimulate my little grey cells I have been including treats and outings. I also washed the car, which gave me some exercise and entertained Not Cat who was intrigued by the streams and rivulets of water. He followed them; anticipated their paths; patted them with his paw; peered down the drain after them.
I wanted something a little more exciting to look at, so I headed off to the British Museum to see The Tomb of the Unknown Craftsman.

There weren’t any cars in the exhibition, washed or otherwise, but this motorbike marked the entrance.