So I was out doing my morning exercises last week and… what? OK, I was having a smoke; bugger off puritan…

Anyway, so I’m standing outside my office and something in a shrub catches my eye. Upon closer inspection I found it to be a [tag]beer[/tag] can. Hmmm, looks unopened. Sure enough, I reach in and pull out a can of [tag]Guinness[/tag]. How odd…

Two days later, I find myself in the area of the same shrub. Now what are the chances? I look at the bush again and damn, would you look at that! A bottle of some sort of white beer, again, unopened. What the hell?

Not that it’s odd that someone is stashing beer in a bush but they aren’t [tag]Old Style[/tag] or some other meal in a can. They’re fancy beer. Why are they in this bush? And why just one? Who am I to question this? They now adorn my desk in case I need to smack a developer with something stout. Yeah meege, I’m talking to you…

Sadly, it would appear that my beer bush has run dry. I really thought this would go for a while. Think about it; this idiot hides a beer in a bush and then it’s gone when he comes back. So what do he do? He hides another beer in the same bush.

If nothing else, it warms my heart to know that there is a pissed off derelict somewhere in the city. I just need to find the new bush…