I’ve been there twice.
& Both times I had to wait there quite long.
With beer it’s all about papers. Everything’s got to be filled in. Nothing should be forgotten.
Customs, you see.
So, while waiting I watched their display.
I saw a picture with all employers dressed up in the same T.
Is it possible to get such a T, I asked.
So the girl who had to fill in the papers started searching for it.
That lasted 15 minutes at least.
They’re never in a hurry, at Weyermann.
Actually, the box of the flat-iron says: Fast-Iron.
I got it for my birthday. Ages ago.
I did get 2 flat-irons at that same birthday. An antique one, and this here.
It hasn’t been out of the box for at least 10 years, I think.
O well, maybe when my mother was helping me to settle in my new home. This one here I live in now.
All these things I should throw away. I never use them. Never look at them. The only thing they do is standing still, being decorative.
I’ll keep the T. Although it’s slightly damaged in the neck.
It was one of the 1st. Got it from the brewer. It’ll never leave me again.
It got some dirty spots on it.
And the illustration has faded. The text also.
It was like that when I bought it (except for the spots). I didn’t see it. It was sealed in plastic. The vagueness of the text could be the plastic reflecting some light, I remember.
The lady who sold it to me kinda liked me.
It was at the GBBF. Great British Beer Festival.
We were both staff.
She gave me discount.
That doesn’t make the T alright though.
Yesterday I changed T-shirts. Caracole‘s logo was sticking to my chest, thanks to the heat.
I was glad I took some T’s with me to work. I’d planned to photograph them somewhere in the building.
Now I really had to.
All the locations in the cellar of my work are a bit dusty. & Each time I wasn’t satisfied with the result I had to move the T.
So I was about to change shirts for the 2nd time that day.
A bit of fluttering & I was glad I could wear it again.
It’s a beautiful location, but lots of things have happened there.
I said: it amazes me that the photographs I take are reasonably good.
Not that they are really beautiful, I continued, but I can see that they are alright.
I never took pictures, you know.
Well, with this cellphone I did occasionally. Not more than that.
During a short holliday in Bamberg-region I photographed all the mugs I was served a beer with. Told a story about it on my blog.
This is the same, though slightly different.
I do like the quality of most of the pictures, you see.
Nobody was listening to me anymore.
One shouldn’t praise oneself.
As if I’m inviting them by showing them T’s that are referring to their existence.
One snail entered my kitchen yesterday evening. It already had arrived in the sink, when I turned on the light in the kitchen to find myself a beer.
I moved my hand unconsciously of its presence a few centimeters past it, reaching for the cap, which had missed its supposed destination.
I hesitated. Didn’t know what to do. Stood there with disgust.
A snail in my sink!
I found myself a sort of a tool. So I could pick it up & throw it back into the garden.
Next time I kill’m.
Hate it.
Now I totally forgot to tell about the T itself.
Shirts with just a logo are not very interesting. They’re not exciting enough.
The colour may be nice, but you want something more from a T than the colour alone.
It’s too neutral. One evaporates in all the public on the streets.
Breweries should know that.
They don’t want their beers to drown in the flood of alcoholic beverages that’s available on the market.
I’m glad the background of my fence is making it interesting again.
Initially I wanted to call this a Quadrology. But the word doesn’t seem to exist.
Then I wanted to dedicate it to Bob & Mary. They are my biggest T-suppliers.
Each year they come flying from their hometown, close to Seattle, to Amsterdam. They leave me with lots of bottles of beer.
I drink them. But forget them too.
Hm, that’s the disadventage of tasting, I think.
At home, at their Cask Ale Club, they collect T’s. So they can leave them also at mine.
I can’t forget those, because I wear them all year around.
Bob & Mary love the Quad. They have several ‘years’ standing in their beercellar. To let it mature.
The Quad, that means La Trappe Quadrupel. I love that word.
Here’s a Quadrology, although it doesn’t exist.
They keep on asking me how many T’s I have.
Oh, more than 300, I answer.
I’m not gonna do all of them, I explain to people who want to know. I don’t want to wear the T’s of beers I don’t like.
Or T’s I don’t like.
& Even that not always.
So I counted them.
Today is my 1-month anniversary.
3 Months to go.
This might be the ugliest T from that festival.
O no, there is one even worse than this. I probably won’t show that one. I don’t want to wear it.
I came to realize that, apart from the places I lived in, Canterbury is the city I know best.
I walked a lot overthere. When I didn’t have to be at the festival selling beer, I wandered around in the town & it’s surroundings.
I know for instance where in the city-centre one can find all the public toilets.
1 Festival edition I suffered from diarrhoea, you see.
