#PH takeover

[fullmoonfireball]

the facts:

1: penguins with freckles tend to have those freckles drawn in a darker version of their feather colour

2: aunt arctic, however, doesn’t. her freckles are red.

3: aunt arctic used to be pink.

conclusion:

aunt arctic’s freckles aren’t dyed/aren’t properly dyed and are a relic of her pink feathers

#Rambles Into The Void #headcans #Aunt Arctic #Club Penguin #sorry for dragging out takeover art but like. i had to. i needed non-PH examples for freckles.

[employee052]

pullin a filipino moment here but since virgil is like, full british to me, i wanna imagine how he would react to filipino stuff

like im eating halo halo rn ik my guy would be kinda a picky eater at first but begrudgingly eat things n like em, but not tell.

#virgil #tsp narrator #oh yeah btw im filipino #just in canada tho but when i go back for my vacation you BET im doing a narry takeover where its him in the ph learning shit #its MY emotional support blorbo and I get to decide what i wanna show him

[phsolomon]

Character Takeover - Meet Mandelfred Mandeheim Pt. 4 #CharacterTakeover #EpicFantasy #SwordandSorcery

Greetings, Hey there! Mandlefred Mandeheim here, stepping in for PH once again. This time, let’s continue with Wish’s role in our investigations into magical crimes. As an archmage and former spy, I take on private investigations alongside my partner, Wishton Ackford. He used to be a copywriter until he found himself out of work, but he’s proven to be a valuable asset to our endeavors. Our first…

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#Bow of hart saga #character takeover #meet the character #order of the dark rose #PH Solomon

[vintagelasvegas]

Vagabond Motor Hotel, 3688 Las Vegas Blvd S – 1971.

Photo by Clinton Wright. Clinton Wright Photographs (PH-00379), UNLV Special Collections.

Developer Robert Cohen took a 55-year lease on the property in the mid-60s paying $650 a month to owner Suzanne Tiffany, and built the motel in the late 60s. On the motel’s right/north side was the Dunes’ driving range, which later became part of Bellagio. Jockey Club was later built on the motel’s left/south side. 

The motel was demolished in ‘98 and the “Tiffany lot” was leased for various use by Bellagio. MGM Resorts bought the 64.5 x 1100-foot, 1.62-acre lot for $54 million in 2023.

B. Gang. “Mirage takes step toward takeover of Strip motel.” Las Vegas Sun, 4/6/98; Five Hundy by Midnight #876.

#Vagabond 70 #1971 #Clinton Wright

[monsieurboyardee]

I love phoenix wwx so imagine an au where the jiangs are all bird hybrids and when the wens come and takeover lotus pier they rip out jc's wings so instead of a golden core transfer wwx has wen qing give jc his own wings

And it works miraculously, and jc and wwx's feathers are both black so jc doesn't suspect a thing. But then wwx is tied up and thrown into the burial mounds, and if he'd had his wings he could've escaped, even despite his restraints. But he doesn't have wings anymore. So for the First time in his life, he falls. Wwx doesn't know he's a phoenix tho, so he doesn't know that his tears have healing properties or anything like that. Since he doesn't have wings anymore, he created some: wings of inky black shadows that whisper dark dreams and scream their Grievances as he flies. But at the very least, it's something. The cultivation world thinks it's unnatural. Jc thinks wwx lost his wings to the wens too, but wq and wen ning are enemies of the state. He can't possibly search them out now, when he's just starting to rebuild Lotus pier. But he begs wwx to tell him how to save him, how to fix his wings like his own had been fixed, but wwx always refuses and tells him that he prefers his new wings to his old ones.

And lwj (who is a dragon bc I like the stuff I've seen for dragon lwj) doesn't approve of wwx's new flight methods either, but wwx keeps telling him to shove tf off and so they fight. Wwx's method of demonic cultivation is basically just like canon tho, just that he can also fly with it, so like the rest of the narrative happens as a result of that. When wwx dies, he's being torn apart by his own corpses when all of a sudden he bursts into flames. He's screaming and wailing, and the air smells like burned, rotting flesh, and at the end of it all is a gigantic pile of ash. Jgy is the only person who finds, buried amongst the ashes, a baby boy, burning bright with fever and with bright, silver eyes. Jgy immediately knows what had happened, having studied Phoenix's himself, and takes the baby home. At first, he announced that the baby is his son.

However, phoenix children, even a half phoenix child such as wwx, age at a rate faster than their peers up until a certain age, so when wwx ages a year in a matter of a month, jgy makes up a whole thing about his son being poisoned, and goes to war. Wwx's aging slows down once he hits thirteen, and so jgy renames him mxy and introduces him as another one of jgs's bastards (jgs has so many illegitimate children he doesn't suspect a thing). And so wwx is raised as mxy, up until he's about twenty five. Jgy had locked wwx up and made him wear crazy makeup so that no one would recognize him, and collected bottles and bottles of wwx's tears. When wwx turns 26, however, he stumbles into jgy's treasure room and finds suibian and a book of his past life's writings. Normally phoenix's remember their past life, but wwx's end was so traumatic that in his rebirth he forgot everything. This was also helped by a number of tonics and whatnot that jgy had been slipping into mxy's makeup. But finally wwx remembers, and so jgy makes up a story about how mxy sexually harrassed him and throws him out of lanling, locking him up at Mo Manor until jgy can find a more suitable prison for him.

That night, the arm I set loose at Mo Manor. And then the rest of the story kind of progresses like the original except in this one wwx knows that jgy is up to something, but he just doesn't know what. And at some point, during guanyin temple, jgy reveals wwx's phoenix nature. Wwx himself is shocked, bc he had spent the entire rest of the story trying to figure out how he had come back to life. After everything, during the confrontation between jc and wwx with lwj, wen ning steps in and pins jc to the ground and lights jc's wings on fire. Jiang Cheng screams, until he realizes that his wings aren't actually burning, but instead turning crimson red. Wen Ning reveals that he hadn't known that wwx was a phoenix, though his sister had guessed he might have been due to Wwx's unusual bone structure and feather length. She had tended to wen ruohan, who was also a phoenix hybrid, and she had told wen ning that normal fire cannot kill a phoenix, but among Phoenixes it was a tradition to steep their children in fire, as the fire changed their wings from black to red as a sign of their passage into adulthood. Since wwx's parents had died when he was young, he never got to experience this tradition, and so his wings had remained black.

Jc is appalled as he starts to piece things together, and tries to deny it. However the crimson color of his Wings, a phoenix's wings, confirm everything wen ning is saying, and jc runs off, frantically asking everyone what color his wings are and to set his wings on fire again, until he crumbles into a heap and just sobs. Bc one of the big reasons why jc had been so mad at wwx when he'd developed his demonic wings was bc one of the things he had loved most about wwx were how strong and powerful his wings were, much more powerful than jc's own. And one of the most important things to him had been flying with wwx, and in those three months wwx had been gone all he had wanted was to get wwx back so that they could fly together once more. But when wwx had returned he kept refusing to fly with jc, and had kept pushing him away. So jc was heartbroken and grew angry and resentful, and so when ppl started telling him to stand against wwx and his wicked ways, he had stood against him, bc it wasn't like wwx needed him anymore or anything, and it wasn't until after wwx picked up his demonic wings that he'd started pushing away and eventually abandoned jc for those goddamn wens. So maybe demonic cultivation really was evil after all.

How tragic to find out only now, after everything had been said and done. How tragic that all those years ago, he had thrown himself into the wens hands and lost his wings to save wwx, sacrificing the most important part of him and dooming him to what would've a slow and agonizing death, and then spend so many years resenting wwx for the death of his sister and his family, for repaying jc for his ultimate sacrifice by betraying him and abandoning him when he needed wwx most....only to find out that wwx had sacrificed just as much, maybe even more, for jc, and had been with him always, a symbol of his unwavering devotion to jc and his family even when he had been missing those three long months. How cruel. How cruel. And yeah this is very pieced together and confusing but wangxian get married and they have their son.

(also nie Huaisang helped wwx get into jgy's treasure room and find his own writings (gifts from Huaisang to jgy), then set the arm out at Mo manor)

#ace’s archives #copy pasted this from my twit #would love to fix how rambly this is one day #mdzs #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #phoenix wei wuxian #wings au #jiang cheng shows up too

[theomachst]

‘good  morning’  kiss.

Neither of them wanted to get up yet.

Time was... irrelevant, unwelcome even. As was the sunlight, thankfully blocked by frosted windows and cloth shades.

Genesis kept his eyes closed and nuzzled his cheek into the couch cushion, sleep still clinging to his consciousness like a thick, syrupy haze. He vaguely heard the low hum of his PHS vibrating as he ignored the call, but reached out to at least check the screen- You know, just in case the Shinra building was burning down or undergoing a sudden and hostile takeover.

Shit.

"We were supposed to meet up with Angeal like... hours ago," he groaned, resisting the urge to just chuck the damned phone across the room.

Sephiroth was a warm and pleasant lump beneath the shared blanket, unmoving, but a muffled voice did manage to pipe up.

"Tell him to join us, instead."

Rhapsodos laughed softly, crawling over to peek beneath the edge of the comforter.

"As nice as that sounds, we have to- ... Oh what the hell, your hair's not even tangled? Meanwhile I'm having a moderate to bad hair day and my mouth tastes like a cat's ass sat in it," the redhead complained, tempted to gently bop the Silver General with a pillow.

Then he got a better idea, instead.

He began attacking the other man with kisses- Forehead, the tip of the nose, the curve of each cheekbone, chin, then finally- his lips.

"If I have to suffer, you have to suffer too," he explained as Sephiroth protested (not quite loudly enough, daresay he might even be enjoying the attention despite the halitosis), resting his chin on the curve of the other man's hunched shoulder.

"We really-" he started, interrupted by his partner's mouth slanting against his own. "Mm- should be getting up... but arms too weak. Legs not working. Kissing you is paralyzing my will to leave the apartment. Curses, alas, alack-"

Any other words were quickly forgotten in favor of more interesting uses for his lips and somehow, he got the feeling that Hewley would forgive them for being a little (a lot) later than usual.

#serafim #✦ IT’S JUST GRAVITATIONAL I CAN’T ESCAPE THE PULL [SERAFIM] #✦ WRITING #I hate that I love them so much wth #I never used to ship this at all #Now I am a rabid SephGen fanboy #they're so dumb and stupid

[ask-hws-philippines]

Got any sports, my guy?

“Even though Arnis is the national sport of the Philippines, Basketball is probably the most popular sport here. I’ve actually placed fairly well in FIBA. But, there’s also boxing, tennis, football, volleyball- and most recently, ice skating!”

#answered #anonymous #galacticallystupid #hws america #hws philippines #hws lithuania #hetalia ask blog #hetalia #hws ask blog #I like how ph/usa are wearing Nike jackets and liet is wearing a very specific tie-die basketball tee from the 90s #chair takeover #Mod: Chair

[malewifevenom]

Gen: 1

All of them

It’s entirely found family, Since Robots and snake people can’t really adopt someone and the elemental masters are like- my small army of siblings

#PH YOU THOUGJY #YOU THOUGHT J WOULD MAKE A GIANT OARAGRAPH FIDNG YOU #WELL YOU GOTTA TRY HARDER THAN T HAT #f/o takeover

[beautifulbizarremagazine]

#TAKEOVER // Jason deCaires Taylor aka Jason de Caires Taylor: Vicissitudes (2006) pH neutral cement, stainless steel, aggregates, 26 life-size figures. Location: Grenada, West Indies.

Can you imagine diving down into the ocean and discovering these incredible sculptures? Jason is a sculptor and ocean activist, creating these incredible ‘underwater museums’. Several years ago, I was lucky enough to visit one of his museums near Cancun in Mexico and I can’t tell you how moving it was. His work always has an environmental message and often tells stories of social and political injustices around the world. In this piece he asks the question if we as humans are doing enough to protect nature’s treasure for future generations. I find these pieces eerie and to me they have a dystopian feel which is certainly an influence in my art too. And the best thing about these sculptures? Over time they become living reefs where all of the ocean’s wonderful flora and fauna can inhabit. If you revisit these museums several years after installation, you can see that they are covered in corals and teaming with life. There’s no art more impactful than this in my opinion. Totally awe inspiring.    

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Jason deCaires Taylor was the last artist chosen by Lexi Laine for her TAKE OVER. Thank you so much, Lexi. We really appreciate the energy and time you invested to inspire all of us!

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#beautifulbizarre #beautifulbizarretakeover #lexilainephoto #socialmedia #jasondecairestaylor #sculpture #beautifulbizarreartprize #socialmediatakeover #inspiration

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

I think they both have downgrade. PH, no explanation need for this mess. MM it's like 2016/2017 all over again. This was not her plan for the Hollywood takeover. Those pictures don't look like happy people more like desperate people. They drove to that spot. The vibe is like take the damn picture and I'm leaving. Plus they're acting like strangers. This is why you don't overdo the PDA, people will know. You think reality hit; they know the other over promises and didn't deliver. Disappointment!

That’s my take too.

[phsolomon]

Character Takeover - Meet Mandelfred Mandeheim Pt. 3 #CharacterTakeover #EpicFantasy #SwordandSorcery

Greetings, Manny Mandeheim with you again this month. PH asked me to take a break from my investigations again for his newsletter. I suppose he’s too busy to cover it himself, but I’m all too pleased to take a break from one of my investigative binges. There are numerous puzzles to my investigations, but none more befuddling than the Watcher, that indistinct criminal figure who lurks behind many…

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#Bow of hart saga #character takeover #meet the character #order of the dark rose #PH Solomon

[changeling-rin]

Hello sweetie~

Steam goes wide-eyed... and may or may not be drooling.  

“I,” he says reverently, “have just gotten so many ideas-”

Which Doctor?  Because if he meets Four then they’re gonna have a great time, but if he meets Twelve then they’re probably gonna rub each other the wrong way, but if he meets Six then they’re either gonna get along like a house on fire or actually set something on fire...

You know what, pester me about this in a week or so. I need time to think over the reactions of all Thirteen Doctors, and it’s probably gonna result in a List.

The TP Postman is an Absolute Legend and nothing will convince me (or Dusk) otherwise.  I swear that man can bypass the Twilight Zones or something, he shows up literally regardless of what might be happening in the Field at the time.

The WW Postman is a chill bird-dude, Wind likes him.  He’s very prompt in his deliveries but does get delayed for things like weather and impending national takeovers.  

The PH Postman has privacy issues.  Like seriously, who reads other peoples’ mail, out loud?  Dude.  No.  Hands off my mail, do not read that and especially do not read it in a way that lets other people hear it too.  Wind doesn’t like this one - seriously, stop reading his mail, that’s a rights violation.

The OoT Postman is a stamina nightmare, like good goddesses.  Does he ever stop?  Both Mask and Ocarina would be concerned for his health if they weren’t also convinced that the man is something else that’s pretending to be human.  Seriously, even Realm gets tired eventually, but not that guy.  

The MM Postman needs to take a break. Seriously man, the world is ending.  You’re allowed to take some personal vacation time.  The second Absolute Legend, though Mask refuses to explain to Ocarina why this is, because that would require explaining why the world was ending and ~Spoilers~

The OoA Postman likes mail maybe just a little too much, because who collects stationary when their job is already postage?  Regardless, a nice guy.  Lore enjoys ranting about proper stamp coverage with him.

The MC Postman is probably taking his job a bit too seriously, but at least he takes the time to nap.  He also seems to be the only one who actually owns the Post Office, which makes him the only one who’s his own boss.  Good on him, Speck was impressed once Ezlo explained capitalism to him.

The ST Postman has learned from his predecessor’s mistakes (the PH Postman, that is) and is once again conducting polite mail conduct.  He does seem to have an obsession with Trains, but then again who doesn’t in Steam’s Hyrule?  Steam likes the guy, though if he stopped doing a Train impression and actually got a Train, his job would probably be a lot easier.

#Changeling Answers #Anonymous Replies #DL Questions #Steam #The LoZ Postman #Doctor Who AU #Dimensional Links

[southeastasianists]

I have seen it before.

On Sep 16, 2008, an upbeat Anwar Ibrahim announced he had commanded the support of the majority of Malaysian Members of Parliament (MPs), six months after he led the opposition to historically smash the two-thirds parliamentary supermajority of the then ruling Barisan Nasional (BN).

It was Malaysia Day. Anwar appeared to be ready to take over the Malaysian government.

That afternoon, I was moderating a political forum in Kota Kinabalu, attended by a few major opposition politicians. I also witnessed a BN component party in action at the seminar, boldly withdrawing from the ruling coalition in support of Anwar’s move.

The atmosphere was extremely charged, with boisterous exhortations aplenty for a new dawn in Malaysian politics.

By nightfall, however, it became obvious this supposed switch of allegiance by many BN MPs did not materialise. A somber mood descended upon the gradually less crowded event.

Malaysians would have to make do with more of the same political setup - with a longstanding, though bruised, government sitting across an enlarged but frustrated opposition.

ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE THERE

Alas, this and many other similarly somewhat elusive and quixotic quests of “almost, but not quite there” have dotted Anwar’s long political career.

Anwar had been Mahathir Mohamad’s protégé during the latter’s first term as Malaysia’s Prime Minister. Anwar was even promoted to be Deputy Prime Minister in an accelerated trajectory to take over the premiership.

But that did not happen, as the relationship between the two soured with Mahathir increasingly alarmed by Anwar’s brimming ambition.

As allegations of improprieties surfaced against Anwar in September 1998, he was unceremoniously fired from the Cabinet and expelled from the party. He was subsequently jailed for charges of corruption and sodomy.

After the verdict was overturned in 2004 and Anwar was released before the end of his nine-year sentence, he went on to propel the opposition coalition to consecutively deny BN the much vaunted two-thirds parliamentary majority in the 2008 and 2013 general elections, but still fell short of clinching the majority to become Prime Minister.

As he was jailed again in 2015 on another charge of sodomy, he could not lead the opposition in the 2018 general election.

He made up for his absence by reconciling with his erstwhile political rival Mahathir, who by then had also fallen out with BN and helmed the recomposed Pakatan Harapan (PH) opposition coalition.

After PH surprisingly defeated BN in the 2018 elections and formed the government, Anwar was pardoned. He quickly won himself a parliamentary seat in a by-election, putting himself in good stead once again be a successor to Mahathir, by then Malaysian Prime Minister for a second time.

At least that was Anwar’s understanding, citing a pre-election agreement among the PH parties to that effect.

THE LATEST DISRUPTION IN 2020

In hindsight, Mahathir did not intend to pass the baton of premiership to Anwar.  He often avoided the topic when asked in public or offered delayed timelines.

When Mahathir’s hand was forced in late February, both saw their political fortunes overturned in a matter of days.

A series of moves by Azmin Ali and Muhyiddin Yassin, respectively Anwar’s and Mahathir’s party deputies, effected the change of political allegiance of a number of PH MPs.

After a tense week of brewing suspicions, Muhyiddin was sworn in as Prime Minister.

After being relegated to the opposition again, Mahathir did not let up on his dislike of Anwar.  He initially criticised Anwar more vehemently than he did Muhyiddin, whom he felt had betrayed him.

Even as Mahathir tried to no avail to bring parliamentary motions of no confidence against Muhyiddin, Mahathir did not seem keen for Muhyiddin to be replaced by Anwar.

Mahathir had put forth Shafie Apdal, the former Sabah chief minister, as the opposition’s potential prime ministerial candidate in an attempt to sideline Anwar.

A BOMBSHELL

Late last month, Anwar dropped yet another political bombshell mere days before the Sabah state elections which saw his PKR party teaming up with Shafie, by again announcing his supposed support by more MPs and command of the parliamentary majority.

By now, the popular expectation of Anwar realising his “takeover” claim has largely dissipated.  But that did not dissuade Anwar, as he pressed on with his majority bid, banking to a large extent on the mounting discord between Muhyiddin’s Bersatu party and UMNO - the largest component party in the ruling coalition.

Yet, even at this juncture, where the political aspirations of both Anwar and Mahathir to bring down the Muhyiddin government found common ground, Mahathir still refused to support Anwar.

Instead, he appeared to have endorsed Tengku Razaleigh, an UMNO veteran and an even earlier rival, to assume the Prime Minister position.

NEVER GIVING UP

Anwar has amply demonstrated his political tenacity throughout the years, moving on from one failure, albeit almost an earshot away from ultimate success, to another with renewed vitality.

He also exhibited other leadership traits, which should be viewed positively in a modern, healthy democracy.

For one, Anwar practises inclusive politics. His PH coalition, for example, consists of his own Malay-based but multiracial PKR, the Chinese-based but equally multiracial DAP, and also the moderately religious Amanah party, which splintered from the avowedly Islamist PAS party.

Even PAS, during its previously more moderate phase, was a component party of PH’s predecessor coalition.

Anwar recognises the primacy of Malays in Malaysian politics, but is open to working toward a more needs-based social economic distribution model that would usher in greater communal harmony.

Anwar has also espoused a progressive streak over his long years in politics. For example, the background of his momentous clash with Mahathir was the 1998 Asian Financial Crisis, which saw the Malaysian economy go into a tailspin.

Anwar, who then chaired the development committee of the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund (IMF), was leaning toward accepting the IMF loan package, which would have called for drastic structural reforms with deep budget cuts and strict measures against corruption and cronyism, all in an effort to make the Malaysian economy more market-friendly.

Mahathir thought otherwise, rejecting the IMF package but prioritising corporate bailouts and currency controls.

A MAN FOR ALL VOTERS

If Anwar is to ever assume the leadership role, he cannot bank on his opposition credentials but must show himself to be someone who can represent all voters.

This will not come easy. These are not ordinary times in Malaysia. The country is sharply divided between a conservative, racially and religiously centric majority on the one hand, and a more liberal, progressive minority on the other.

The conservatives, amply represented in the present ruling coalition, see Anwar’s inclusiveness and progressive streak as affronts to their monolithic political outlook for the country, and are reluctant to support him.

The liberals, who vouch for a more open and tolerant society, shudder at Anwar’s staunchly religious past. So their support for him, though sizable, is reluctant and even contingent upon their inability to find an equally charismatic leader for their progressive cause.

Both conservatives and liberals worry he might embrace their respective side for short-term political expediency, only to boot them out when the dust has settled.

Anwar can win both camps over. He is a charismatic, national icon.  I attended his talk in February just a few days before the Sheraton move, which catapulted Muhyiddin into power.

As with the numerous previous occasions where I got to listen to him in person, Anwar is indeed a persuasive, even mesmerising speaker, able to articulate his progressive ideas and quote abundantly from important  liberal thinkers of our time.

I could not help but remark to my friend next to me that with such progressive ideals, Anwar would make a fine prime minister.

My friend retorted:

This is a liberal audience. Of course he would say such liberal things.  Have you heard him speak to a conservative audience?

Indeed, Anwar would have to perform an intricate balancing act as he again treads the fine line toward a much coveted premiership.

Oh Ei Sun is a senior fellow with the Singapore Institute of International Affairs.

#Southeast Asia #Malaysia #Anwar Ibrahim #People #Politics

[pressforlove]

2, 4, 7, 22, 38 💛

2. Please - DPR Live feat. Dumbfoundead, G2 & Kim Hyoeun

4. 119 - nafla, ph-1, kid milli, loopy, superbee & olnl

7. 119 remix - 51 artists

22. cupid - ph-1 & penomeco

38. takeover - nafla

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist

#you guys just picked ALL the ones w nafla #🤧🤧 #thank you love 💞💞 #mailbox

[beerandpresentdanger]

Great Scots

Everyone in Edinburgh looks like a solicitor.

Something about the serious grey-black stone of the buildings, the weight of the masonry or the angle of the streets -  whatever it is, it seems to cast everyone in a suit and tie, smart glasses, a briefcase stuffed with case files and legal briefs.

It can’t be true, of course. Edinburgh is a bustling city, full of bus drivers, footballers, street sweepers and accountants - some solicitors, sure, but not nothing but solicitors. The solicitor thing is a mirage, a sense impression, a residual feeling that arises from the seriousness of the city - a city of statues and statutes, museums and monuments, colleges and kirkyards. There’s an elegance to Edinburgh, a certain refinement. Maybe that’s only shown off to tourists like me - Trainspotting would suggest that it’s not all Georgian architecture and Harry Potter tours - but there seems to a be a dignified streak that runs through the capital, as wide as the Royal Mile.

The Stockbridge Tavern

There are still pubs though. Some might have distilled the elegance of the city they inhabit, but lots are just pubs, a place beyond elegance, where what matters is proper patter - and beer of course. I had a couple of days in the city to try and explore some of city’s beer. For most of it I was accompanied by an energetic toddler, which did prove to be something of a spoiler. The first few places I tried to visit - on a sunspolied, taps aff Friday afternoon - didn’t allow children (I’m not writing this to complain - I understand why pubs may want to be child-free) so I had to skip a few spots through my compiled list of best places to drink in town. Thankfully, a place at the top of many lists - The Hanging Bat - was happy to let me stow a pushchair in the corner, and I was glad they did. A few choice lines of local cask ales and a DEYA tap takeover of the keg lines meant this was a fine place to spend some time. It’s cosier than your average modern beer bar, with deep red sofas and lots of wood - a nod to the city’s elegance, but filled with edgier delights.

Trekking back to the hotel, arcing around the city’s central cliffside, thrusting its castle aloft like Simba atop Pride Rock, I impulsively stopped at the Innis & Gunn taproom I passed. It’s been years since I drank their “barrel-aged” ale, though there was a time, pre-craft revolution, when I loved it. At the bar, I got drawn in by the tank-fresh lager, but I should have gone old school - the lager was bland, fizzy, freezing cold. I saw four-packs alongside Tennent’s in every supermarket, and I’d choose the Tennent’s every time (and indeed, I did). Still, they had high chairs, which I appreciated.

Fierce Beer Bar

A bit later, I was able to sample some places sans toddler, which gave me a slightly deeper appreciation for Edinburgh’s pubs. I got the range too, starting in the Stockbridge Tavern, a sunlit corner pub filled with a Friday night post-work crowd, a real mix of ages and genders and beverages crowded around well scrubbed tables and a bustling bar. I’d planned to drink local, but when I saw North’s Transmission on cask, a 6.9% west coast IPA, I couldn’t resist, and I didn’t regret my lack of impulse control. It was a proper “wow” pint, with huge citrus rolled around a subtle cask haze. I almost had a second, when I spotted a Cross Borders Heavy on keg, and knew I had to oblige - it was everything I expect a heavy to be, bristling with toffee apple brittleness.

I finished the evening with a quick visit to the newly opened Fierce Beer Bar in the New Town. A third of Barrel Aged Very Big Moose - 12.5% and wearing it well - was a lovely way to round out an evening, still warm and light enough to sit out past 9pm.

And so to Glasgow. It wasn’t until the train slunk through the city’s grey and rainy edgelands and the carriages began to fill up with men in green and white shirts that I realised it was a match day (Celtic and Hearts - plus a rugby game to boot), but luckily I hadn’t been planning to hit the pubs - or sit atop a traffic light getting cans lowered down to me. As it turned out, we couldn’t have gone out if we wanted - when we tried to walk into Shilling Brewing Co, we were met with another “no kids allowed” (as an aside - is Scotland particularly adverse to letting kids in drinking establishments, or is London the outlier in letting them in?)

The Wellpark Brewery from the Necropolis

For the first evening I sampled some supermarket staples instead, with a couple of Williams Bros beers. Joker, their IPA, was bland and unfocused - perhaps it had lost a little something on a warm shelf, perhaps it never had it. Caesar Augustus, their IPL, was a more intriguing affair, with a brash, grassy nose, and a pleasing floral flavour.

The next day, after wandering the coal-smoke scented galleries of the Kelvingrove museum, I popped into Grunting Growler (again, no kids allowed, except to watch me choose something from the fridge - Tempest Mexicake, a vat of red chilli flakes, powdery chocolate and moist sponge - to take away). In the end, it was BrewDog which was happy to host the whole family, and a pint of Zombie Cake, with it’s neat nutty nose, was a nice way to break the duck.

Scotland’s favourite beer

On the last day, we walked out to St Mungo’s Cathedral and the Necropolis, that glowering townscape of tombs that overpeers the beloved Wellpark Brewery, the source of every golden drop of Tennent’s. It was hard to imagine, on a rainswept day, watching the facility contribute its own clouds to the crowded sky, that the Necropolis didn’t have some strange relationship with the brewery; that the rain water didn’t flow down through the burial mounds and terraces, through the dark, stony earth, and into the deep, unseen spring that gave Wellpark its name, and impart something particular into the water - not just the minerals and nutrients and pH level, but a distinct spirit and character - the very atoms of William Motherwell and Archibald Douglas Monteath, Walter Macfarlane and Andrew McCall, all the authors and lawyers and engineers and explorers that made Glasgow and Scotland the engine of an Empire. They don’t put this stuff on the Tennent’s marketing copy, but maybe they should.

Nightmare of Cake

Escaping down the hill we took shelter in the Drygate Brewery, an offspring of Tennent’s and Williams Bros, focussed on modern beers alongside a good menu and comfortable taproom slash restaurant. It was an impressive set-up, and the beers stood up well for the most part. Crossing the Rubicon, an IPA, was an overly sweet candied mess, but the Seven Peaks session IPA was much better, dry, and with a peach-driven Mosaic character. But the real standout was my third “cake” beer of the weekend, Nightmare of Cake, a gloopy, unctuous mess of a beer, overstuffed with marshmallow and raspberry and milk chocolate and all things nice - “Made from chemicals by sick bastards” as the menu had it, and every ridiculous element from each corner of the periodic table only made it better.

Perhaps it had some dead Scottish solicitors in it too. The quest for pastry stout novelty continues.

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