Hours ‘Til Autumn

Ever heard of them? Me neither, probably because they are an unknown band from Eastleigh whose largest gig to date that I can find was at the Joiners. However, they won an Ocean FM competition to be the support act for Bon Jovi tonight at St Mary’s Stadium, so I’ll shortly be finding out what they sound like. Only info I can find on them is on bebo: Hours ‘Til Autumn.

Beer Festivals – UR DOIN IT RONG!

Now I have your attention with that totally unjustified outburst of LOLspeak, I need to clear something up. It was mentioned in a recent email that working at a beer festival “sounds a little sober”.

How very wrong you are…

You see, during the local Beer Festival, volunteers are allowed, nay, encouraged, to try the beer on offer. It’s all about being able to offer meaningful advice, you understand. Since not every volunteer will be able to make the pre-festival tasting, and since the average volunteer is really quite into the whole beer-drinking thing, drinking the offerings is de rigueur during breaks in serving. A few moments stolen away from your bar area is usually spent exploring the other bars, and flashing the staff badge in order to get another cup full and a friendly smile, maybe a request for your views on the taste and a recommendation for later. The only request is that you stay sober enough to serve the punters. Anyone else tried serving on a bar drunk? This wasn’t my first experience in that area – it was as easy as I recalled, and more fun than the sober alternative.

Oh, and that’s just during the open hours.

Once the doors close there are a couple of hours of proper drinking to be done. Once doors close on the final night there is invariably a quantity of beer remaining, and the organisers would rather not have move and dispose of this, so that’s another duty down to the volunteers.

Over the Friday and Saturday nights I worked, I’m ashamed to say I only tried 50 of the 94 on offer (that I remember). Most of those were on the first night. On the second night many beers had already finished, so I didn’t add too many to my tally, and ended up drinking the same ones over again. Nonetheless, I think it was a much better showing than the many years I’ve been a punter with a ticket.

Beer Festival Volunteers. Unpaid, but not sober.

My Beer of the Festival? Dark Star Summer Meltdown. Ginger flavoured and great.

Google Android

I was geekily surfing one of the many many many iphone blogs out there and came across an article about Google Android which appears to be Google’s own mobile OS. The link provided (http://androidcommunity.com/first-live-images-of-fullscreen-android-demo-20080528/) also shows some cool videos and pictures. I wasn’t overly impressed with pacman, but then I’ve never been a fan of the game (being rubbish at it doesn’t help), but I was impressed with the built in compass! It makes Google StreetView (yes its a 3G phone) images turn with you as you rotate! The demonstration of this, quite rightly, drew “Awwww!”s and applause from the demonstration crowd.

Can’t wait.

Tipping

No, not the fly variety, or any other form of refuse dumpage, but gratuities paid to waiting/kitchen staff at bars/restaurants.

I stumbled upon this blog today, where the protagonist -a relatively witty, dry humoured Waiter somewhere in the States- complains when a couple who are currently freaking about their tax return don’t tip enough. I’ve always known about tipping being a lot more frequent in the US, but the way this blogger describes it, along with the 220+ commentors, you would not only think that tipping is compulsory, but at least a certain percentage of your bill:

Holy Crap – that’s like barely even 8%. Bastards.

Now, I will happily leave a 5 – 10% tip after a meal if, and only if a number of criteria are met. The food has to be good, as well as the service. I begrudgingly tip a good waiter/waitress sometimes as their service has been outstanding, yet the food has been mediocre. It peeves me to know that the kitchen staff, who did not perform, will take a proportion of the tip. The speed at which the order is delivered, as well as the timings between courses. There is nothing I hate more than having to rush my starter, just because someone else has finished their’s and the waiting staff have brought out the main courses. Value for money comes into it also. I have no reason to tip a restaurant if I don’t feel I’ve had the best value for the money I’ve spent.

I’ll probably get stick for being a tight arsed bastard about this, but don’t get me wrong, if I feel someone deserves a decent tip, then they’ll get it, but when it gets to the point that not paying a gratuity means you’re branded an “asshole” I think society is crossing the line.