i.e. malfunction.
This is what we had in the tent today. The wood for the fireplace was wet and frozen, so all my efforts of heating the place were in vain. However, my hoodie still smells like burnt wood (if we were to judge the activity in the fireplace by the smell of my clothes, we could make a safe bet that I've burnt down the forest and half of the neighbourhood). Luckily, we also have a blue machine that I'm quite sure was brought from the Museum of Science, with a simple yet efficient mechanism: it drinks gas, spits out hot air. But today it ran out of gas. However, it kept spitting air. Cold air.
Now that wouldn't have really been a problem, but outside we had an average temperature of -115 degrees Celsius, the wind was blowing, threatening to move the tent a few meters deeper into the woods, and there was so much snow that you could barely see the woods.
I expected the beer keg to freeze (this happened before, and it's rather funny, frozen draft beer looks like half-melted ice cream), you could see your breath hanging in the air, cigarettes wouldn't light, people were wearing their coats, scarves, caps, gloves - under normal conditions, when having beer in the tent during winter, you can skip the gloves & cap part, sometimes even the scarf, but you do that at your own risk - and this is the point I was trying to make from the very beginning: we may have awaria, but we also have the most faithful and wonderful customers a pub could ever have.
This is what we had in the tent today. The wood for the fireplace was wet and frozen, so all my efforts of heating the place were in vain. However, my hoodie still smells like burnt wood (if we were to judge the activity in the fireplace by the smell of my clothes, we could make a safe bet that I've burnt down the forest and half of the neighbourhood). Luckily, we also have a blue machine that I'm quite sure was brought from the Museum of Science, with a simple yet efficient mechanism: it drinks gas, spits out hot air. But today it ran out of gas. However, it kept spitting air. Cold air.
Now that wouldn't have really been a problem, but outside we had an average temperature of -115 degrees Celsius, the wind was blowing, threatening to move the tent a few meters deeper into the woods, and there was so much snow that you could barely see the woods.
I expected the beer keg to freeze (this happened before, and it's rather funny, frozen draft beer looks like half-melted ice cream), you could see your breath hanging in the air, cigarettes wouldn't light, people were wearing their coats, scarves, caps, gloves - under normal conditions, when having beer in the tent during winter, you can skip the gloves & cap part, sometimes even the scarf, but you do that at your own risk - and this is the point I was trying to make from the very beginning: we may have awaria, but we also have the most faithful and wonderful customers a pub could ever have.
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