Had some Delirium Tremens
yesterday. The beer, not the medical condition.
It's not my favorite beer, but tasty nonetheless. And it's got a special 'cachet' with its name, the pink elephant logo and the atypical bottle.
Apparently, that's not all that's strange about it...I found this on Peter Jackson's website (renowned beer taster):
I had been travelling from south to north, and the last brewery was Huyghe, in Melle, a suburb of Ghent. As we finally headed in that direction, I sensed that my colleague and driver was feeling tense. "We're nearly there," I offered, by way of reassurance. His response was mumbled and slightly irritable. I think the words: "Arranged something," were in there somewhere,
When we got there, I knew there would be a dozen or more beers: Huyghe has lots of products, of which the strongest, at 9.0 per cent by volume, is Delirium Tremens. I expected to be led to the tasting room, but was taken to the brewhouse. As we entered, I blinked at my greeting. There were five or six stern-looking men in pale blue caps-and-gowns, with pink sashes and sleeves.
I began to think I was in a frightening dream. Or had I died? Then I noticed that a beer was being poured for me. It was not Lucifer, Satan, or Duvel. It was Delirium Tremens. I was not dead, though possibly suffering from a lifetime of alcoholic over-indulgence. I was beckoned to the sternest of the robed men, asked to drink the beer down in one and to pledge my support to it above all others. Delirium Tremens is a sippin' beer, and I am a taster, not a chugger, so I made a poor job of that. Nor could I pledge to promote one beer above all others (my turn to mumble). I was nonetheless "knighted", with a mashing fork, and a ribbon bearing a medallion decorated with a pink elephant was placed round my neck.
It have been a Member of the Order of the Pink Elephant for some years now, and apparently not disgraced myself. I am now a Commander of the Pink Elephant. Despite having dodged the pledge, I suppose I am duty-bound not to question the names of either the beer or the order. In many countries, they might be deemed in poor taste. I shall defend them by arguing that they typify the Burgundian attitude of the Roman Catholic Belgians: ‘Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die’ (Ecclesiastes, VIII.15).
It was the depredations of the day and the unexpected encounter with the Order, that made Melle momentarily frightening.
War. War never changes. The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted: Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.