So, someone from the Federal sales tax or GST office called and left a message. Seems like when I paid the annual surcharge on the beer blog ads through my bank, well, seems like the bank didn't forward the paperwork with the little stamp on it. Man on the Phone (MOTP) told me they got my money, that it has been placed into my account and I have no balance with the government... but the bank didn't forward the little slip of paper. The one with the stamp. Never sent it a long. So MOTP told me that if I don't get that done I will owe them a penalty. I raised my voice not. And MOTP was sympathetic. But I need a beer. Now.
Lew popped a bottle of Weyerbacher's 2008 anniversary ale in August and it has only taken me seven weeks to fulfilling my promise to me to pop it. Like the BAers, Lew had the love. I pour. Utterly light resistant inky ale under a rim of dark mocha foam. Incredibly strong at 13.6% it burns. The booze links up with a whopping pile of hops under all of which I detect that sort of "an intense Play-Doh sort of flavour, finishing on a nasty hit of marker pen" that the Beer Nut describes so well. So far, this is exactly what one needs after a phone call with MOTP. As it opens up, aromas of eucalyptus and coffee with an oily sheen coat my sinuses. The body is thick and slick and hot. Like me after a half a mile jog. Layers of dark flavours from dark roast coffee to shale show up. I'm getting sleepy. It'll be OK. It's all going to be OK.