“Are you up for it mate?” “Of course” he snears, his juggler pride offended. “We have had only six beers. I will juggle. I will juggle any way you like. Let us make this interesting. I will juggle, J.U.I., and what is more, I will juggle cans of IPA, and I will do it on the roof…”


Free Beer? Let’s do it!

“That’s about 10,000 kms of hitchhiking you’re proposing. This would involve crossing about three continents, freezing cold mountains, blisteringly hot deserts, and a large number of border posts, attended by humorless civil servants…”