Gene's Quest

Throughout time immemorial Man has quested for perfection. Below is a photographic montage of one man's journey in search of excellence; the excellence only a master brewer can supply. Vast were his journeys (by low budget airlines) across the wastelands of Europe - even to its most far-flung corners (Estonia). Epic were his feats of stamina (15 hour drinking session in Copenhagen), and many were his setbacks (ordering a pint of shandy by mistake in Slovenia). Let no-one say that he ever wavered from the path of the righteous ale (apart from in southern Europe, where there is only nasty, gassy stuff to be had). Let the bards write odes to him and minstrels sing his praise. May he one day reveal the beer that he thinks is the ONE!

.... and after such titanic questing, there is a price to be paid. Heads are sore (chewy northern European beer can do that) and stomachs are acidic (southern European lager). There are smelly woofwoofs! This is what happens to the mighty adventurer. Pity him! Pity his mates! Below are the results of too much questing.

['Libel!' says Gene. 'The pictures do lie! You know I have sleep problems! I fall asleep everywhere... whether there is beer at hand or not!']

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