I can not imagine anything that would give me more pleasure than to buy you a beer in a thousand years’ time.
- Michael Jennings, possibly exaggerating somewhat given the pleasure that might be imagined available over the next 1000 years.
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I hope by then I can get a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster instead of a beer.
Nothing wrong with beer, I’m just sayin’.
Two beers?
∞ Beers
Tman: on Mars, too, preferably.
Martini?
I have become less of a wine person and more of a beer person as I have got older. Not sure quite why or how, really.
What beer? They’ll have banned it again by then.
JP wants a Martini. Quelle surprise!
Is Rich Rostrum riffing on Conan-Doyle. Holmes bribes a guttersnipe for info in “Sign of Four” by offering the kid a shilling. So Holmes asks if there is anything the young street Arab wants more than a shilling and the answer comes back, “Two Shillings”. Holmes of course obliges and the case is brought to a conclusion.
We have faced this important issue on Samizdata before, of course.
If a person actually lived a thousand years, swallowing a pleasant liquid might be the only pleasureable capability left…
NickM: the boy is no guttersnipe – he’s the child of Mr. and Mrs. Mordecai Smith. Mrs. Smith was giving him a bath when Holmes and Watson came by. Two shillings was a lot of money to give a six-year-old child – about equal to ten pounds today.
BTW, my name is Rostrom. That’s my sore toe. Please don’t tread on it.