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Budweiser Budvar 🇨🇿

Schnitzel with hunter sauce and spaetzle paired with a Czech lager

Budvar - the real Budweiser

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Liam Black treats words like so many recalcitrant cattle that need wrangling. He pushes and shoves vocabulary until it expresses his socially enterprising thoughts like so many docile doggies crossing the open range. Expressive words jostle together in close proximity but any possible metaphor or allusion has been whipped into obedience by our vaquero of social enterprise, so that the contiguous use of beating, explore and plunder brings not even the shadow of a pirate to our minds, for those minds are focused on impact alone. The ease with which Liam wrestles a word to the ground, ties its feet and throws it over his saddlebow has us mesmerised, then we realise that it is not only words that he lassoes to his will, but the world of social enterprise itself, and we begin to blush and quiver with maidenly excitement. Liam has the hardened, weatherbeaten social enterprise skills of the true cattleman of the Old West. So many and varied are the enterprises he has run, that naming them is unnecessary, for to say his own name is enough. When Liam makes his slow entrance to the launch event of a youthful entrepreneur, his whip coiled at his side, his spurs clinking, his stetson pulled low over his eyes, the crowd parts to let him through like so many skittish cows before a bull. We stand in awe as he spits tobacco from the corner of his mouth and tells us the truth about the wide open plains of social enterprise and what it really means to roam those plains upon a steed called Startup. He tells us the stirring tale of the board meeting under the stars, the solitary dish of business plan beans, the grey cold light of raising social finance, and the swish and stir of those ever recalcitrant cattle of impact. Finally he rips the cap off a bottle of organic Czech lager with his teeth and begins to croon an old song of loss and longing, of the importance of true business experience realised too late. We sway as he sings, a little drunk on the Czech lager, a little hurt, a little lost, our hopes and dreams bruised by our hero's words. Like all heroes, he is untouchable, beyond our reach, and so we turn from Liam and find solace in the arms of some callow and excitable social enterprise youth, his dreams of TED and Skoll still intact, a youth who wouldn't know one end of a branding iron from the other, and wouldn't care. But as we fall asleep, it is of Liam that we dream.