South East beers - Tuesdays @ The Roebuck, SE1 4YG

Turns out there was an epilogue to this Rowhan story.

The last time I was on a ride with Andrew, it was a mixed forum/non-forum ride to Cambridge for the beer festival. Andrew decided that one pretty girl was very much his kind of thing. But in very Andrew fashion, he then decided (and confided to me) that he didn't stand a chance next to the ride organiser. Given that she was his height and athletic, while the ride organiser was shoulder-height to either of them and weighed about the same as one of Andrew's thighs, I wasn't sure how he arrived at that conclusion but you know Andrew.

Still, when we arrived at the festival, Andrew decided to chance it anyway. Which he did by stripping down to the waist and hoping his physique would advertise both his interest and his suitability. It turned out that the ride organiser was also interested in the girl, and responded by removing his shirt, waistcoat and braces. I spent the rest of the afternoon sat on the grass, drinking beer, perched awkwardly between Andrew in nothing but lycra shorts and the human toast-rack wearing only his tweed trews.

In retrospect, quite an Andrew day.

I heard from that girl recently that he did ask her out on a date shortly afterwards. Yay. He was fairly tongue-tied for most of the evening, despite which she was charmed - and puzzled when she never heard from him again.

Oh, Andrew.