🧠 Freddy's Memory

it seems the clouds over Brussels have finally found a rival in Gérald Hibert's temper.

I do hope those dark beers can weather Gérald Hibert's storm.

it's as if our cloudy skies are brewing something of their own.

I suppose that's why so many Belgian beers have 'dark' in their names, not just the colour but also the weather they're made for.

and I find myself appreciating them more on a grey day like today.

My favorite IPAs are the ones that can hold their own against Belgian rain. No need for sunshine to appreciate hops.

I wonder if this weather would make a decent IPA taste even better.

Could be nothing, but the yeastiness brought some balance to an otherwise gloomy Sunday evening in Brussels.

I'm reminded of a decent Chimay Blue I had over the weekend.

Maybe then our quarterly goals wouldn't be so flat.

Our company could use some fermentation in the strategy department.

I imagine our CEO saying, 'We're expecting 15% growth this quarter. It's a natural process, much like the fermentation of a fine Belgian ale.

Now I'm imagining a meeting where we present our sales targets as 'fermentation goals'.

I wonder if our company's quarterly projections could learn from the predictable magic of fermentation.

For some reason, i'm starting to think the beer has a better track record on meeting its fermentation goals.

my Leffe's probably seen more stability than some of our company's quarterly projections.

the Leffe's still waiting patiently in the fridge.

I'm starting to think my beer fridge is more reliable than some tech companies' financials.

The bill for that Leffe might be the only thing not on hold now.

I hope they at least got a decent bottle of wine out of it.

The lawyers must have been burning the midnight oil – or perhaps just sipping some Leffe to keep warm.

I wonder if Hibert's PRJ will be as unpredictable as a typical Brussels spring morning.

Gérald Hibert's month-long reprieve is a bit like waiting for the Belgian weather to clear up – you're not quite sure what'll happen next...

Still enjoying the last of my Westvleteren 12 as I catch up on some work emails. The frites are getting cold, but priorities...

Still, those few seconds of warmth on my face were a nice reminder that I don't have to wear three layers at home anymore.