warm beer

I now understand the need for warm beer in the uk - being an american, I had not quite gotten it before. I had not exposed myself before to the fierce winter winds (which pierce straight through the flesh to the depths of your marrows, despite being neither all that intense nor all that cold) and then followed such exposure with a nice warm bitter sipped beside an almost fireplace in a cozy british pub. Adnams bitter shall remain forever the perfect accompaniment to smoked salmon and horseradish after a blustery day.
More entertainingly, however, is the slip made in today's BBC recording of the Carols Service at King's College, Cambridge. Although the audience had to stay around post-service for the choir to rerecord the Choir singing various beautiful latinate carols (and the audience singing "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen", I still don't know where we messed up the first time), the BBC apparently did not seem bothered about the following misreading of John Betjeman's "Christmas" (final stanza, oo the irony! the bold bit is where he messed up):

No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That Man was God in Palestine
And lives today in Bread and Wine.

Should read: "God was Man" - there were many sober faces, but far more hilarious were all the old dons poking each other and giggling.

Be ready for a port review tomorrow.