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Thursday, 23 December 2010

Badger Week


A big thank you to Badger Beer. The lovely people at Badger sent through a much appreciated early Christmas gift of a Fortnum & Mason’s Oval Game Pie. That’s got to be nicer than a 99p Sainsbury’s basics pack of pork pies. 1.5 kg of Pork, venison, rabbit, pheasant, pigeon, pork liver, chicken, chicken liver & seasonings all wrapped in pastry. It’s meat heaven. I’ve still got to drink the lovely beer they sent me and suspect the 2 will go very nicely together as I look out of the warm house into the freezing Siberian temperatures outside and decide that sitting in with a nice slice of pie and one of Badgers beers is just the ticket to comfort, relaxation & not freezing to death outside.

With that, Christmas week is officially Badger Beer Week on this here cooking lager blog, in the clearest sign yet that in the commercialisation of Christmas the price of this blog is little more than a nice slice of pie. It’s what the little baby Jesus would want. So with a couple of days before having to attend a Christmas eve “camp” fancy dress party at the squeezes “best gay mates” flat, then a Christmas and boxing day of visiting my parents, her parents, her sister, some aunties I am kind of hoping to neck my badger beers in the relative peace and quiet of a warm house and all the rubbish TV lined up on the free view recorder.

Noticing the free view box had recorded me “Oz & Hugh” I could sit down with a slice of pie, a nice beer & watch some beer related TV programming. I occasionally get to watch what I want. Not often, but occasionally. It appeared the usual fake matey Top Gear inspired blokeish rubbish as 2 gormless middle aged men set upon an odyssey of drink as they went about setting up rival bars one playing the part of the CAMRA geek and the other a normal everyman. Oz portrayed the CAMRA geek by his behaviour and neglected to do his audience the courtesy of a visual shortcut by not donning a white beard, sandals, bow tie and sticking a copy of the Guardian under his arm. I have one question. Beer Blogger & Brewer and all round decent chap Stuart Howe of Sharps Brewery did them the kindness of not only appearing on this rubbish, but also giving them some beer to drink, yet all we saw was the back of his head? What was going on there? I have nothing to say about the rest of the show. Alright, but haven’t we seen it all before?

I’d love to say I considered carefully which beer might go best with this pie, but in all honesty I picked one at random. All food goes with all beer. Matching is pretentious rubbish borrowed from wine bores. Pretty much any wine goes with any food too, but admitting as such would leave a quarter of an hour to fill in most TV cookery shows if they just said. “I went down Tesco and picked this one because it was cheap, it goes quite well I think, not too bad, drinkable and not at all like diesel fuel. Ummm its red, not sure where it’s from, the bottle might say. Umm, Bulgaria, is that good or bad? ”

So I cracked open a Tanglefoot promising melon & pear with a copper colour. A fruity smell, crisp sweet & spicy. 5%. Very nice. A clear bright glass of beer with a lovely effervescence (fizz) on the taste. A malt dominated flavour with subtle hops. Full mouth feel with a dry finish as you get it down you leaving a burnt caramel aftertaste. Cracking stuff.

I’d of had a second but the next random pick from the selection box was Golden Champion 5%. Summer in a glass. Just the ticket for when the depths of this Siberian winter are annoying you. Contains Elderflower. A floral tangerine smell to a copper beer with a crisp fruity taste. Like drinking a bunch of flowers. Sweet is the dominant flavour with a floral hint of a half remembered sweet shop of childhood. I’d of finished this but the squeeze stole it off me after a few gulps.

I’ll try a few more tonight and hack away at more of this giant pie. Suffice to say all the beer goes very nice with game pie, as I suspect most things would. Time to open the Christmas quality street.

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Christmas crap


Just a short question today for anyone reading this rubbish. Of all the shite you neck at christmas from mulled wine to egg nog to christmas cocktails and punch all to be "polite" when you get dragged around either a relatives house or a relative of your lass all because you can only bear to visit them once a year at best. Is there a drink any more soul destroying than this?


Branded Cava wine from the TV show Loose Women.

As far as fizzy wines go, I can handle Cava . It's cold, it's neckable, it's fizzy but really, there is no need for this.

PS: If you are dumb enough to buy one, you can buy a decent bottle of champagne for the £20 this £4 quid bottle of Cava costs, and which would make the better gift. Loose women Cava, or a bottle of Moet?

Monday, 20 December 2010

Cheeky Vimto


Sat in front of the telly last week the squeeze and I were watching a Jamie Oliver Christmas Special. Watching Jamie Oliver Christmas specials is not something I’d recommend unless you like your intelligence insulted by an irritating fake cockney twat but I find myself sitting through all manner of shite from time to time in the hope that the evening will end in sexual intercourse. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t but I do it through a belief that the lucky night is tonight. Insult of the evening, and insult of all insults was the bit where his guest, welsh piss head foxy single mother of two and former voice of an angel Charlotte Church decided to show us how to make a drink called “cheeky vimto” This is an insult because the drink in question is hardly complicated to make. It involves chucking a large port in a pint pot, pouring in a blue WKD (vodka alcopop) and necking. I do not need to be shown this, even if Charlotte Church has lost a bit of weight and is looking half decent these days. It gets its name not because it contains Vimto but because it tastes a bit like Vimto, a none alcoholic fruit cordial popular in the north of England. Whilst Vimto is primarily marketed as a kids drink, its origins as a cordial during the early 20th century temperance movement is somewhat forgotten by Vimto lovers today, of which I count myself as one. I love the stuff. Vimto rocks.

Now this story in its own rambling way has a point because a good while back I introduced my polite well educated and slightly posh lady squeeze to my rather less posh cousins, a delightful group of robust fun loving northern girls that introduced the love of my life to cheeky Vimto. A drink my squeeze enjoyed a great deal that evening to the point showing me she wasn’t as posh as she makes out, behaving as lairy as my drunken cousins, threatening to slap a girl that talked to me, vomiting in the gutter, having a cab refuse our carriage, demanding sex when we got home, and knocking my confidence ever so slightly by falling asleep coitus diebus. She hadn’t drunk cheeky Vimto since.

However tonight she decided she would quite like a cheeky Vimto, but unfortunately we had neither of the 2 ingredients in the house. A vodka and actual Vimto is just not the same, she said. Fast forward a couple of days and we were in a well known supermarket buying more Christmas food that either of us could possibly eat even if half the country invited itself over for a Christmas mince pie. What appears in the trolley when I’m not looking? A four pack of blue WKDs and a bottle of port. Now this was an opportunity to educate the squeeze in a bit of the core principles of cooking lager enthusiasm. “Hang on love what is this?” I enquired. “I fancy a cheeky Vimto, I can have one if I want, I’m not going to be sick on you” was the reply. “That’s not at issue my love, look at the shelf, £4.49 a four pack but 2 for £7. A quid is knocked off each four pack when you buy 2. £3.50 a four pack. But look closer, there is a box of 12 for £9, and that’s £3 a four pack, but the box of 12 is on two for £14. The cheapest blue WKD’s are 2 12 packs”. She did mutter something about wanting a cheeky Vimto but not 24 cheeky Vimtos but by then the trolley contained the bargain and I was working out price per gram in my head of two differently priced and sized jars of honey. That’s what I do, that’s how I shop, and that’s how I roll.

That very evening, at the behest of my lovely squeeze I made her a cheeky Vimto. As an act of love I even made it for her in my treasured Carling glass, the glass from which I drink most things. I have tried this drink, but only sipped the drinks of others. For the full on effect one has to have a whole one, so I made myself one too. The first surprises are that blue WKD contains caffeine and is only 4% alcohol. Oh how alcopops have been decimated by the prurient anti booze campaigners. Back in the day kids could go out and neck this sugary pop at 6 or 7%. The modern position of alcopop is in a parlous state. Maybe it needs a Campaign for alcopop?

Once mixed, what gets you first is the smell. The cheeky Vimto has an almost overpowering sweet smell of fruity jam. It smells absolutely delicious, absolutely like “pop” and the first swig is insanely gorgeous. It’s nothing like booze. It tastes not entirely like Vimto, but of all the fruity pops on the market it most resembles Vimto. It is sweet, sugary, fruity and just plain lovely. I can well understand the attraction. What an easy going and delightful way of getting pissed.

One issue I had that didn’t appear to bother the squeeze was that I in contrast to her found it a drink that is quite difficult to neck more than one of. The sweetness is great but for me, one is enough. Oh and that night I did get lucky and no she wasn’t sick on me. Result.

Friday, 17 December 2010

Pickled eggs


Some days I am a fool to myself. A desire to try new things can on occasion open your world up to new pleasures and delights. It can also thrust you headlong into the very pit of hell. A new brand of lager? Usually safe and usually lovely. A weird pint of pong? Why not but know it’s a gamble and you might shortly be grimacing.

I have long wondered what pickled eggs taste like, but never had the courage to try one. They only really appear in old man’s pubs and the hygiene standards of such establishments are often an indication that eating anything is playing Russian roulette with your health. I saw these and knew I had to try a pickled egg once in my life. I like eggs. Fried, boiled, scrambled. Very nice. I like dipping soldiers (toasted bread cut into strips) into a soft boiled egg. I’m usually not one for pickles though. I can handle red cabbage, branston pickle & sauerkraut but onions, beetroot and gherkins, nooo thank you.

So it was always a bit of a gamble to buy a jar with 6 pickled eggs in. They go very well with beer I’ve heard so sat in front of the telly, Carlsberg Export in hand I said “Fancy a pickled egg?” to the lovely lady squeeze light of my life. The look she gave me was one of perplexed confusion so I repeated the question. “Pickled egg?" "Why would I want a pickled egg?” was the eventual reply which I took to mean a rhetorical question and a “no” so I was on my own in the pickled egg adventure. I did not try to answer the question as to why one would want a pickled egg.

What are they like then? Well they are like pickled eggs I suppose. Vinegary eggs. Like a nastier version of boiled eggs. Like someone thought “How can I take a nice boiled egg and make it nasty, I know, vinegar” They really are quite rank. The first bite of vinegary egg wasn’t that bad. It was as if my mind was trying to decide whether I liked it or not. The second, my mind had been made up. Ewww, not good.

It ought not to be a surprise that an old man’s pub bar snack is horrible. Let’s face it; old man’s pubs are horrible too. It’s not a surprise that people in old man’s pubs would like this sort of thing. If you like pongy vinegary old man real ale, you are probably going to go for a pongy vinegary boiled egg.

God knows what I’m going to do with the other 5 in the jar. Suggestions welcome.

Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Let them die.


Here is a fascinating insight into how pub companies manage their estates. Rather than build a sustainable model, the business model appears one of short termism and screwing both Landlord and punter alike.

On this basis, why support pubs? Why support price controls to fix the market to allow these people to stiff customers? Pubs? Let them die.

Friday, 10 December 2010

Bargains


It is an exciting time for cooking lager enthusiasts. Xmas always brings out the bargains. Tesco currently have the 3 boxes for £20 offer on. Top stuff for Xmas. Becks, Carling, Carlsberg all feature. Remember cooking lager enthusiasts, I think we are not only stocking up for Xmas, but next year also. VAT is due to rise and whether stores absorb that rise and cut margin or pass it on will no doubt depend on trading conditions. Best be safe than sorry. Fill the garage with enough lout to last till summer.

For the cooking lager curious that are still wedded to pricier fair, Have a look in at Sainsbury’s. Meantime Wheat £1 a bottle, Fullers ESB 2 for £3, London Pride £1 a can if you buy 8, Leffe £2.49 a big bottle are just some of the offers to keep you out of the pub.

Xmas is also the time of year you buy grog for guests rather than yourself. Sainsbury’s look good here to. The wine & spirits offers will keep Aunty Marge in G&T’s and the squeeze in white wine. There is no excuse for mulled wine or egg nog. Just say no. Dressing up mulled wine as “Glühwein” doesn’t make it any better. It’s just cheap and nasty red wine warmed up with spices to mask the flavour. Just say no. You can buy a decent Merlot for the same price they flog that rot for. Same with egg nog, snowballs or any other nasty concoction. The only legitimate excuse for drinking such a thing is when all the other booze at the party has run out. Even then you’re better off heading home than hitting it.

Xmas, it’s not just a time for turkey and running along the supermarket aisle shouting “I can’t find bread sauce or cranberry sauce, will raspberry jam, do?” It’s a time for stocking up with enough cheap lager to drown an Elephant in. You know it makes sense.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Thhhppppptttt

Minimum pricing for alcohol appears at least 2 years away and when implemented looks most likely to be a ban on below cost selling. However cost isn’t as easy to determine as you might think.

I’ve been thinking about this and to explain my thoughts I’m going to start by simplifying things. If you have any manufacturing process you have 2 types of cost, fixed and variable. Fixed is stuff like plant and machinery, variable would be raw materials, labour and the like.

It might sound quite simple to say for any given commodity, “it costs 10p to make, it sells for 15p, that’s 5p profit” A ban on below cost selling would be to say outlaw the selling of said commodity for below 10p. It all sounds simple enough.

The fact is that there are bans on below cost selling already in the world. In global trade it is possible for one country to subsidise a sector, agricultural or manufacturing and effectively dump that commodity or product on world markets below cost. This is generally considered aggressive and frowned upon and one of the purposes of the World Trade Organisation is to attempt to discourage this sort of thing. Though it has been said it doesn’t do that good a job when you consider the agricultural subsidies given to European and American farmers by their respective governments and the artificially low price of Chinese currency.

I’ve got distracted from a beer related rant, so back to the point. From my earlier point regarding fixed and variable cost within manufacturing, there are 2 forms of accountancy usually done. Financial and Management. Again this is an over simplification. The financial accounts are a legal requirement and involve such delights as Profit and Loss statements and Balance Sheets. The purpose of which is to reveal whether the company made a profit and what the book value of the company is. Book value isn’t actual value, that’s market capitalisation, but that’s irrelevant.

The management accounts are often called cost accounts because at a basic level they are an attempt to determine the costs within a business. There are numerous methodologies, one of which I know something about. Activity based costing, but as that time of my life was a painful experience I have locked away I don’t much wish to go into detail. I shiver even thinking about it.

These accounts are company confidential, and confidential for good reason. You really don’t want a competitor to know the details of your cost structure because that is a significant part of competitive advantage. Companies make attempts to benchmark themselves against competitors in order to measure competitive advantage. You might not wish a price war, as your goal isn’t to destroy the competition but to provide a return to investors, but you might wish to know whether your operation is as efficient as the competitors and whether you could win one if they picked a fight.

Now the reason for all this different cost accountancy arithmetic and different ways of measuring cost is simply that each economic process is slightly different and you want to pick a model that reflects what you are doing. For a manufacturing plant, like a brewery, your per pint cost is different if you make a million litres from if you make 2 million litres. If your plant has a capacity of 2 million litres you are likely to be operating at cost efficiency if you are knocking out the full 2 million. Your fixed cost is apportioned over 2 million pints rather than 1 million. However you might only have a market for a million pints. You could also have a market that is split into sectors. Regions of the world, or indeed on or off trade. You will also have a breakeven point. The first half million litres you are selling at a loss because you haven’t covered your fixed costs, and the rest at a profit because from there it is all variable cost. It makes perfect sense, once fixed costs are met to find a market and sell additional product with a price calculation based only on variable cost to reach capacity. That is, we need to sell a million pints at X price to meet our fixed costs, but heh, from there our only cost is commodity grains, so long as we offload it above variable cost, we are quid’s in.

But this assumes cost is only manufacturing cost. What about distribution through the supply chain as it makes its way to the supermarket shelf? It costs more to supply the shop farthest from your distribution depot than it does the one nearest. What about the cost base of the farmer producing the agricultural commodities? He is growing stuff based on last year’s commodity prices and will sell it at this years, at a loss if he has to, because if he doesn’t it gets ploughed into the ground and he gets no money back. He isn’t in business to make a loss but in a bad year minimising losses is better than losing everything.

You have to take the costs of every organisation into account, to ensure none are supplying below whatever arithmetic you’ve used to calculate cost.

So how the hell do you actually calculate cost and enforce that when cost is company confidential?

The answer is not to bother because for booze the model is likely to be duty + VAT. I.e. ignore the actual cost and implement a measure that doesn’t force an organisation to make public what is private, and provide an administrative burden.

Hardnott Dave posted an interesting post here, where he calculated some interesting things about duty and VAT, and from his numbers I’ve worked out some of my own.

As per his numbers, Carling are paying 41p a pint duty, and soon 8p VAT (at 20% next month), making a duty + VAT pint of 49p a pint. The cheapest I can find this beer for is 40p a can (£10 for 24 440ml), or 56p a pint. The cheapest offer for cheap lager is currently sold at 7p above cost.

Therefore I’d like to say to everyone that moans about irresponsible below cost selling and loss leading by supermarkets. The price of cheap lout will not be affected. Thhhppppptttt. That is the sound of me blowing a raspberry.

Thhhppppptttt. Thhhppppptttt. Thhhppppptttt. Thhhppppptttt. Thhhppppptttt. Thhhppppptttt.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Shoot the cat


In order to tackle “binge drink Britain” the government have announced alterations to the tax structure for alcohol in the UK. This involves a reduction on tax for beers 2.8% abv and below and an increase for beers above 7.5% abv. This as far as I am aware is in addition to the impending VAT rise to 20%

The Pub Curmudgeon makes a case for special pleading for beers CAMRA members like, here. This negates an important point. All beer is more or less the same basic thing, and when considering his special case for “Old Tom” pong, the beer isn’t actually “real” by the CAMRA definition when sold in bottles. It is a brewery conditioned bottled ale. In fact I would suspect considering its production by a small regional brewery that most of its sales outside the region the brewery supplies its own pubs with, will be in this format.

Old Tom is by all accounts a well respected beer, that has won numerous awards as can be seen on the brewers’ website here. The beer is as far as I’m aware not widely consumed by tramps on the street, despite my own efforts to alter this fact here.

The Spesh, or Carlsberg Special Brew does have rather a fearsome reputation as “tramps piss”, though of late my own observations are that the Tramp community opt not for a can of Spesh but a cheaper alternative strong lager or more often a strong Cider. This I presume is related to a bang per buck assessment that the Spesh whilst being a strong beer does not actually offer the cheapest way of getting drunk quickly. The history of the Spesh is available to read here. Whilst not being “real ale” and therefore by default “chemical fizz” the beer clearly has a history unrelated to a product designed for tramps. It was produced for Winston Churchill’s visit to Copenhagen in 1950.

Arguably Old Tom claiming a history going back to 1899 trumps 1950, but at the end of the day both have a history beyond my own life on the planet.

So on what basis could you actually differentiate between Old Tom and the Spesh? Are we really to assume taxation policy ought to be determined by a narrow special interest group of beer geeks producing a list of beers they “like” and “don’t like”?

It is entirely impractical to suggest Old Tom ought to be given special consideration that is not afforded to the Spesh, and given a lower tax band.

I would add further that it there is a strong merit in taxing Old Tom far more than the Spesh. The country is broke and tax revenues need to be increased. The vast majority of CAMRA members are nice well meaning middle class types that can afford to pay a few bob more for their chosen pongy gut rot.

The tramps on the street can ill afford to pay more for the Spesh. These are people at rock bottom. Often with problems that are not solved by the simple measure of putting up the price of their Spesh. A tramp is unlikely to reconsider his alcoholism and reduced circumstances if the cost of his can of Spesh goes up by 50p and choose to dry out, get a job and become a productive member of society.

Cheap clean ethanol alcohol is not the greatest evil in the world. A far greater evil for those at the bottom of life’s ladder is illicit dirty methanol alcohol. A substance that can and does cause lifelong health problems for its abusers. Health problems that will have to treated in the UK by the NHS. The can of Spesh in the tramps hand may indeed be the lesser of available evils.

The official policy of CAMCL is therefore to agree with a higher taxation rate for anything CAMRA members drink, whilst campaigning for a lower taxation rate for the Spesh, and encouraging all CAMCL supporters to join our Christmas appeal. Share the joys of the season and regardless of personal theological belief do a Christian thing. Buy a can of Spesh and give it to a tramp today. It is what the little baby Jesus would do.

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Minimum pricing


A little bit of news for those that support minimum pricing of alcohol, here.

Public overwhelmingly opposed to cheap alcohol ban in Greater Manchester

76.3 per cent declaring it a bad idea.And 48.7pc said they would travel to shops outside Greater Manchester to dodge the cheap-booze ban.

I tip my hat to the wonderful people Manchester!

Monday, 29 November 2010

Blog of the year


I love a pint, and I quite like reading beer blogs. I like a can of cheap lager and have even been known to neck the odd pint of old mans beer in a proper pub from time to time which has lead the odd sceptic to question my devotion to cheap lager. Of late I've been necking a fair bit of cheap red wine and not going out because it's cold outside. God invented central heating to keep you indoors so you can watch celebrities in the jungle then throw the squeeze over your shoulder, run up the stairs and declare an early night is in order. Occasionally I like to take the piss out of the beer blogs I read, but every so often somebody comes along and says all that needs saying.

"All due respect to the stars of the beer blogosphere, but I’d rather be the arbiter of my own tastes."

A can of lout is raised to your good health, Sir.

I'm off now to discover the difference between "craft" lout and "real" lout. I may be some time.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

CAMCL Christmas Appeal


The Campaign for Cooking Lager (CAMCL, sounds a bit like chemical, see what I’m doing there?), is a socially responsible campaign.

Instead of encouraging people to go out, drink a skin full in pubs, then have fights outside kebab shops, piss in shop doorways and cause the police a bit of bother, CAMCL has always been the champion of buying a big box of cheap lager, sitting on your couch, necking as much of it as you fancy, watching a bit of telly, then making your way upstairs to bed.

So it is disappointing to see the authorities of Manchester promote irresponsible drinking with a view to imposing local minimum pricing, as Mudge tells us here.

It with this in mind that the CAMCL Christmas Appeal seeks to not only spread the joy of the season to the less fortunate, but also tackle irresponsible drinking. It's what the little baby Jesus would want.

This years appeal is an appeal to “Buy a tramp a can of Stella”. By this act of generosity we can make the world a better place. At this time of year tramps do not have a nice centrally heated home to sit in. They are out in the cold. At this time of year it is a time to share the joy of cooking lager.

An experience this week made it clear to me that it is the socially responsible thing to do. When parking my car in the underground car park of a supermarket I walked up the ramp way to the ground level. A gentleman poet of the street was urinating down the ramp way. Forewarned to the stream of urine heading my way I deftly skipped to one side and kept my trainers clean. The supermarket quickly ejected this gentleman from the premises, and with a stream of Scottish sounding profanity, the gentleman street poet was gone. Where is this gentleman now meant to acquire his imbibations?

That is where CAMCL supporters can do their bit. Buy as many cans of Stella as you can afford, and go forth onto the streets and hand them out to tramps. These Scottish gentlemen of the street will no doubt thank you in an incoherent manner and you will feel like you’ve put something back into society. No more will people be able to claim that cheap supermarket lager is socially irresponsible.

Please pledge your support in the comments box, for this years CAMCL Christmas Appeal

Friday, 19 November 2010

Nuff Said

This is a pint of lager.


This is a pint of real ale, courtesy of ten inch wheels.


Nuff said.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Zak Avery's competition

The following is my competition entry in Zak Avery's competition, here and here and here. It comes in at 498 words, it is 2 under the limit. It is a short fictional story, involving time, time travel, beer, barmaids, pubs, philosophy, science, love and tragedy. It may be crap, but it's all I could thing of on the topic of time and beer and 500 words and it stands me as good a chance as any of a free bottle of grog.

The last day of the universe

The last day of the universe is often pondered by the sciences. Among the big crunches and other theories, there is no theory that accurately explains the last moment of time. Mark Brown had a peculiar theory in regard to the nature of time. Had he any knowledge of popular physics he would have known his understanding of the universe to be at odds with either the notion of passing through time in one direction or time being a variable dependent upon ones velocity. Had he been more aware of the disciplines of philosophy or theology he might have considered his perspective to be Buddhist. Alas he didn’t. Marks understanding was that time did not exist. His view was also that nothing existed in a state of permanence. Everything was in a state of constant change, but this change wasn’t measured by time for all that existed was the moment. This view assisted Mark in his understanding of an unexpected observation when fixing his old microwave. With a spark followed by an electric shock he noticed the hot meal within had immediately chilled. Something quite at odds with what is expected when applying microwaves to last night’s meal. Mark understood he had reversed the molecular change that had previously occurred in heating the meal and in fact put the meal back in what others understood to be time. As luck would have it Mark had available a brown banana. He placed it in his malfunctioning microwave and within 30 seconds the fruit was firm and green. The consequences of the discovery were not lost on Mark. He knew immediately that riches beckoned. Though, it wasn’t money he desired, only to impress the girl of his dreams. Maria, the girl working in his local pub was, to Mark, the greatest beauty in the entire world. To Mark, she paid him no attention, and the only achievement from his visits was a hangover. Mark knew who he wished to share this discovery with. After a pint of beer in his local pub he felt emboldened to tell Maria of his discovery. Unbeknown to him Maria did reciprocate his feelings. She had wondered why he had never asked her out. She did not believe the incredulous story, but was pleased to be accompanying Mark back to his home. Mark showed her the microwave and placed another piece of rotten fruit within it. Had Mark known more about the sciences and philosophy he would have been aware that all things in the universe are connected, though he would never have noticed the growing hairline fracture in the casing. Mark was lucky in one sense. The girl of his dreams kissed him. Had he been more worldly wise he would have kissed her back. Instead he pressed start. With a spark followed by an electric shock he noticed the hot meal within had immediately chilled and he no longer knew of the kiss he had received for he was stood alone once more.

God bless 'em, they do a grand job


Whatever your view of the British Monarchy, the big news in Britain is the announced Royal Wedding. Love or loath Liz and her family, you can expect countless telly specials and news shows dominated by the trivialities of what dress she is wearing and what cake she is having, with plenty of pompous types in suits informing us of the constitutional importance of the circus. The Dimbleby's will be rubbing their grasping hands at the overtime. It’s unavoidable. If you are a monarchist, get your flag out and wave it. If you are republican, keep your head down, get on with your life, and ignore it. If like me, you’re not sure what you are, shrug your shoulders and say “whatever”. The rest of the newspaper may be full of royal tosh, but there is always the sports section. I doubt Harry Rednapp will be expressing a view of the forthcoming nuptials.

I have no strong opinion on the monarchy myself. I think we will have them for so long as enough idiots think we need them, but in the great scheme of things and national democracy they are the least of our problems. For what it’s worth Liz seems a nice lady that’s done her best for her country. Phil the Greek seems an amusing old racist that I suspect would be quite a laugh if you’re not the type to cringe about jokes involving “chinks, darkies and fuzzy wuzzies”. Chuck seems a bit of a half wit that talks to plants and thinks he can feed his future subjects organic rubbish, but overall he has a point about architecture and ugly carbuncles. Any one that has ever worked in Coventry will agree with him there. As for Will and his half brother, Harry Hewitt, they appear decent enough chaps that like a pint and like watching the game and get pissed up every so often. I pity them in a way as every idiot pissed up thing they do is front page news. Me pulling a fat welsh lass whilst pissed up on Stella and taking her back to my Halls of Residence for an unsatisfying sexual encounter never got in the newspapers for my mum to read when I was in my fresher year at university. The eyes of the world notice every bird they take to the pictures.

There is one aspect to this, however, that fills me with horror. I have enough earache from the squeeze about planning our wedding and setting a firm date. Every so often she shows me a “wedding magazine” with a picture of a bird wearing a white dress and I nod and say “that is very nice” I can expect it ten times over if there is nowt but a Royal Wedding on the news. Then there is the cost. Weddings are pricey enough, and I don’t begrudge the squeeze what she wants, but I could do with her not getting any more expensive ideas inspired by Royal nuptials. I can feel my credit card melting.

It’s enough to drive you to drink. As this purports to be in some way a beer blog, albeit admittedly not a very good one, what lout would our future King and Sovereign be getting pissed up on? What grog by Royal appointment? I checked it out here. This is all the stuff the Queen agrees to stick “By Royal Appointment” on, presumably for either freebies or backhanders.

Carlsberg UK Limited, on the list, ales and lagers. So there you have it. That’s what they will be supping on their knees up. Liz, Phil, Chuck and the rest of them will be getting there laughing gear around a good honest can of Carlsberg cooking lager to celebrate. I wish them all the best. Have one on me treacle, and enjoy it. God bless her honest to goodness down to earthiness.

Come the big day, I will be drinking Carlsberg cooking lager and raising a toast to their good health. It is the patriotic thing to do. Frankly anyone not drinking lout would I suspect be committing a treasonous offence and in days gone by be sent to the tower. Crack open a tin of lout and toast them, yourself!

Monday, 15 November 2010

Abolish cask beer!


I realise by posting this it is going to sound like I am starting to spend more time in pubs. However the experience I am about to relate concerns a Wetherspoons pub so that doesn’t really count does it? The experience informed me to a degree that I wish to propose the abolition of cask ale. A controversial point to be sure, and whilst currently not official policy of the Campaign for Cooking Lager I am asking the question whether it ought to be.

Stood at the bar of a Wetherspoons waiting to order I noticed a bit of a queue forming. The Wetherpoons are often criticised for not having enough bar staff but on this occasion the two gentlemen serving appeared more than adequate for the level of custom in the establishment. I am no great fan of pubs and one of the reasons is the requirement for self service. The continental model of sitting at a table and having a waitress bring you things is in my view a more civilised drinking experience. Whether it be food or drink I require, and I don’t mind tipping. The ebbs and flow of how busy the establishment is, are more convivial in such a system as if there is a wait on, you are sat at your table conversing with your friends rather than stood at the bar waving a note in the air.

The queue in this case was seemingly being created by a rather demanding customer who took rather a long time to buy a single pint of bitter. The customer in question was not being unreasonable and arguably well within his rights. Wetherspoons have a “beer festival” on at the moment which appears a way to hawk its guest ales with a price promotion. The customer in question was discovering the aforementioned beer festival. He was experiencing a taster of one of the ales in question, presumably being uncertain as to whether to buy a measure. It is of no relevance to mention the physical appearance of the gentleman, but he was a gentleman of mature years with white hair, a white beard and a cravat. Again this is not relevant but I like to paint a picture with words. He swilled the beer around his mouth at length, making a number of facial expressions where it was impossible to determine whether he was enjoying the experience or attempting the affect the mannerisms of a connoisseur. He swallowed and by the nod of his head showed his displeasure and asked for a taster of another. This was repeated at length with each of the cask ales on the bar and with each taster his mannerisms became ever so slightly more exaggerated. At this point I was enjoying watching him and was happy to wait to be served myself as my order was a simple one. 2 Sunday £5.99 specials, one pork, one chicken, one with a Tuborg and 1 with a white wine.

Upon his last taster the white haired gentleman declared with a wince “It’s all muck, a pint of smooth please” Now the gentleman was entirely within his rights to go through this lengthy process of acquiring a pint of John Smiths Smooth. Whilst smooth bitter is not really my cup of tea, I have no objection to people drinking it. The issue I realised is one of cask ale. I am prepared to accept the gentleman could very well be a connoisseur and his judgement of the beers as valid and reasonable as anyone’s. Due to the variable nature of cask ale, and the fact that a portion of it is muck, he had to go through this rigmarole. Simpler to not have mucky beer on in the first place, and only have beers on people will like. If cask ale were abolished, this gentleman would have been served quickly and so would the rest of us waiting at the bar. You would never need a taster of the Tuborg, Carlsberg, John Smiths or Guinness. So there you have it, my proposal to make the pub going experience more enjoyable for all. Abolish cask beer!

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Positive News


Some positive news for the campaign for greater cooking lager appreciation. It appears the youth of today have got their heads screwed on and are rejecting ever higher on trade pub prices for good value of cheap supermarket grog. The news is here and here. Whilst the news is presented in an alarmist fashion by the vested interests of the pub trade that seek a monopoly on the supply of grog, there is good news for cooking lager enthusiasts.

It reveals one important fact. Whilst people may have a drink or two before going out, they are not going out pissed. They are going out relaxed and convivial (average 3.3 drinks) and its irresponsible pubs flogging them overpriced grog that’s getting them pissed. The survey ought to be taken with a pinch of salt. 500 people are not representative, but it is good news that people are drinking responsibly at home.

We youngsters are not foolish. It points to a generation that know the value of the quid in their pocket and love a bargain. All positive and healthy signs for the future economic prospects of the nation, and the prospects of delicious ice cold fizzy dirt cheap supermarket lager.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Lout - Preference or Dogma?


Lout - Preference or Dogma?

"Are the Carlings on special offer at 40p a can or 45p a can?"

When I previewed the opening of my most recent can of Carling Lager this was the first question I received on both my blog and Twitfeed. It's because the lovely lout is dirt cheap, fizzy and lovely.

And when I replied that I didn’t much give a toss, it was the loveliness and comparative cheapness of the lout that mattered, not 5p, there was a supplemental question: "And how does a taste lock can work?"

These questions are of no interest to the vast majority of lager louts. But they are of fundamental importance to some in the Campaign for Cooking Lager. And because CAMCL is the nowhere near the biggest and most influential consumer body in beer in the UK, that makes it of no importance.

While I'm a champion of lout, I obviously love other beers as well - as I think do most drinkers. But this is an issue that won't go away, and the can of Carling has thrown it, for me, into sharp relief.

CAMCL as a body fight for cheap lager. When it suits them they fight for other stuff as well, but let's leave that to one side for now. When it comes to British brewed dirt cheap cans of supermarket lager, by their constitution they have to champion dirt cheap cans of supermarket lager. Given that, it's quite understandable that they need to have a pretty specific technical definition of what cooking lager is. That means there are bound to be some beers that are pretty close to that definition, but fall outside it.

I can accept that. What's more bizarre is what happens to beers that do not qualify as dirt cheap supermarket lager, and to the supermarkets that flog them. If they are not cooking lager - even by a whisker - CAMCL cannot support them. Shops that only flog expensive craft beer are promptly dropped from the Good Lout Guide.

I understand how they get here. But I still think it's bizarre.

I know not every beer in the local Tesco is cooking lager. But so what?

Let's take Foster’s. Normally a dirt cheap canned beer, it's won numerous plaudits from cheap lager enthusiasts in Britain. It's breathtaking in its cheapness, fizziness, coldness and loveliness. Now it’s not on special offer at the moment. But it will be again. It is still cooking lager, give it a few weeks, it’ll be back on special offer.

Now, I know most CAMCL support it because they love a bargain and by and large that's what CAMCL’s about. But let's focus on the hardliners, the people who only buy cooking lager on special offer, who wind up Dicky English on the CAMRA forums, who campaign most actively, who write stuff like this:

"The beer must remain dirt cheap, fizzy and without flavour. CAMCL have fought off all sorts of threats, some blatant, others more subtle and the image remains intact. The dishonest full price beer scam must not be allowed to corrupt CAMCL standards."

If you agree with this, I would genuinely like to hear from you...

Let's say I get you into Tesco and place a can of Carling in front of you. Would you demand to know whether it was 40 or 45p a can before you deigned to drink it? If I told you it was served ice cold and 40p, and you drank it and enjoyed it, would you then change your mind about it if I said, "Actually I lied, it was 45p"?

What would you do if I said "Why not just throw it down your neck?" Given that the main argument against 5p is that we are cheap it cannot affect the taste (something every lager lout I've spoken to agrees), if it did then surely you'll be able to tell whether it was 40p or not? If you can't, then what exactly is the problem?

Because this is the nub of the debate: the Campaign for Cooking Lager was founded from a genuine belief that cheap lout is better than other beers. Whether you agree with that or not, it's an argument about the quality and cheapness of the beer. But it's about your senses. It's about the beer. If I give you a beer that doesn't fit with your definition of lout, but is generally regarded as a fizzy, quality beer, you could:

  • Drink it and say, "Amazing - it's not about 40 or 45p - it's just about the coldness of the beer."
  • Drink it, and perhaps say something like, "Wow, I still prefer 40p beers generally, but I'll admit there are some pretty damn good beers that are not 40p."
  • Say, "If it's not 40p a can I refuse to drink it. It must be a rip off.

Most people I know would go with the first option. I think the vast majority of CAMCL members would go for the second one. But I have met people who do the third.


I once told a lager lout I'd really enjoyed a pint of craft beer. Because it was bought me by my boss, I had no idea of the price. This man, who surely considers himself an expert on cooking lager, was adamant that if it had been cheap I must have enjoyed it, but if it was expensive I couldn't have. He was telling me to ignore the evidence of my senses and instead focus on a technical aspect of price to decide whether my beer tasted nice or not.

Surely it's meant to be about the taste of the beer and the price. Why else are we all here? If you need to ask technical questions about 5p before deciding if you like a beer or not, you are making your decisions based on dogma. You are making a political decision rather than taste driven decision. And I believe that means you've lost sight of what the whole Campaign for Cooking Lager was supposed to be about.

Some CAMCL people argue that things like 5p, and think 5p is "the thin end of the wedge" - that if we accept this, we'll see a gradual erosion of cooking lager until it doesn't exist anymore and, by stealth, CAMCL will have been defeated.

I think that's a pretty paranoid argument. And if I were being contentious, I'd also say "But if the coldness and fizziness of the beer doesn't change, what's the problem?"

CAMCL was established because beer most beer was overpriced pongy ale. A lot of beer still is. But dogma, definition and politics mean that the most hard-line CAMCL members often save their hostility for decent enough beers that simply don't meet an over-specific technical definition.

If you're one of these people, I know ranting and telling you you're stupid isn't going to change anything. But I believe the cooking lager in Tesco demonstrates that the definition of cooking lager has changed an awful lot since 1971. I don't think your hard-line attitude does anything to help beer drinkers, CAMCL ‘s image and credibility, or even cooking lager itself.

I've tried to outline the argument in reasonable terms, understand your position and specify why I think it's wrong. I'd be hugely grateful if you wanted to respond in kind.

A huge thanks to Pete Brown

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Beer and Food : it's Fabpow


Beer and food matching. It is the glorious nirvana that enhances both food and beer alike. When you are eating and drinking at the same time you have successfully matched food and beer. Simply open a can of lager to accompany anything you happen to be shovelling down your neck and you begin to understand what Mark Dredge means when he says Fabpow. It’s kind of like touching God. By that I mean touching God in a good way. Not touching God in an inappropriate fashion that would have you removed from the workplace if you were to do that unexpectedly to a work colleague without her prior consent and approval. Kind of like giving God a matey high five.

This particular road to Damascus began with the news that Pot Noodle had released a Christmas dinner variety. My mouth watered at the prospect and to aisle of a supermarket I went in search of evidence of the power of Divine Grace. The Buddha once said “Seek not to follow in the footsteps of the Master’s, seek what they sought”. This wisdom came to mind when feeling the crushing disappointment of there being no Christmas dinner Pot Noodle in stock. However God had other plans for me, for on there on the shelves was Pot Noodle GTI at £1 a pot. The label promised “real meat”. Nuke it in 2 minutes for a “real meat” curry Pot Noodle. At that moment I knew there was a God. I have never been more certain.
This required a special beer to match with it. I closed my eyes and opened the fridge and pulled out the first thing I touched. This beer and food match was Gods choice. The first thing I touched was packet of Cathedral City cheddar. I was a bit perplexed at the will of god, but then so are all mortals when faced with understanding the will of the divine. If it was simple there would be no need for theology. God would make it clear what he thought of homosexual and lady vicars or even housing benefit reform. He obviously doesn’t for a reason. With that I took out the bottle of Chechen 25 Grain Imperial that Stuart Howe sent through to me, many moons ago and had a go at it whilst waiting the 2 minutes for the microwave ping.

An effervescent frothy malty brown ale with a floral hoppy smell. Quite an enticing pong and very well rounded. Quite a thick strong ale that reminded me of treacle with a burnt bitterness on the aftertaste and a lingering wrap around the tongue flavour. Kind of like a well hopped dopplebock.

As I dug into the Pot Noodle goodness I read the ingredients of the Pot Noodle and discovered a worrying lack of E numbers. Thank god for the monosodium glutamate or the calorie count combined with the contents would have this labelled as health food. As I polished off the delicious combo I realised that my skills with a microwave would enable me to get a job in the finest pub kitchens in the land. Time for pudding and what is a better pudding than another beer. I still had a Williams’ Ginger Beer 3.8% to neck, sent to me way back. Ginger beer, ginger cake? That’ll do for pudding.

This is a traditional adult ginger beer with barley, wheat, root ginger, lemons, sugar & No hops. A sweet ginger smell and quick dying head revealed a sharp astringent taste. The bitter aftertaste came as a surprise alongside a light acidic quality. Very unusual. Not unpleasant but it all depends whether you like ginger and by that I mean root ginger and not ginger nuts.

Thank God I had some lout in. I had a couple of Freedom Lager’s Rabid Glyn sent me when he was hawking LOBI week. I have already blogged about this lout here, I won’t repeat myself but it is still nice lout.
Beer and food. Food and Beer. Food and Food. Beer and Beer. It is gods will.

Monday, 8 November 2010

Tarrah Kelly Ryan


God knows why I’ve been invited to do this. Somebody called Kelly Ryan is leaving a brewery called Thornbridge. Now if it was related to Kelly Brook I’d have more interest. Somebody I don’t know is leaving a brewery whose beers I don’t drink. RabidGlyn and Dredge seemed to want a set of beer blog “goodbyes”. I suspect attending the twissup now makes me “one of the lads”. Oh dear.

Apparently “Kelly” is a fella and not a girl and he’s off to New Zealand. All the very best, fella. I raise a can of lout to your good health. There is plenty of decent cooking lager down there, by all accounts, so you don’t need to gag on pongy ale any more. Apparently New Zealand isn’t that backward anymore either, there is more to the place than sheep and rugby. They make films about hobbits there these days. As I said, all the best.

All the best, whoever you are. Can I have some free beer?

Songs of beer


I have heard it said and both written on the blogosphere that when you buy “macro brewed brands” you are buying the advertising and marketing spend. This is true, however, of all brands regardless of scale or production. One feature of large scale production is that within economies of scale, specialisation occurs. It is possible within a large company to have people whose sole area of responsibility is a singular function, whether that is finance, IT or marketing. You may believe there to be some inherent romance to a small brewer where a small band of people are jacks of all trades and masters of none but even that small brewer will have a marketing function. Whilst that function may be part of someone’s job after they have finished sparging wort or some other unlikely sounding activity, it is still a job to put the product in front of a potential customer and give the customer a reason to try the product. That is a function the customer pays for regardless of whether the beer of choice chooses a cheap publicity stunt involving dead rats & the portrayal of our Teutonic cousins and trading partners as national enemies or a TV advertisement involving laid back Australians enjoying a cold pint of lager.

So I don’t buy the argument that the customer gets to avoid paying for marketing, by choosing “none marketed” beer. It’s all been marketed, that's how it got a distribution channel and that’s how it appeared in front of you and that in part is why you chose it. One feature I do notice is the difference in marketing of beer brands. Smaller craft beer tends to paint a picture that informs the customer of the product features. You also find a lot of crap using the words like “organic” and “carbon footprint” to paint a picture that the small scale brewery choice is an ethical choice and thus a “moral good”, but by and large the emphasis appears to be on the product itself.

This is at odds with the marketing of the macro brewers. The marketing spend appears to offer a “lifestyle” and paint an image of the product that fits in with their customer. Little is spoken about the actual product. One exception is the marketing of Beck’s beer. The marketing of this beer has long emphasised the beers ingredients as the selling point of the brew. Many myths surround beer and most drinkers are self educated in so far as they know what they like and know how much of it they can take. Some beers will be thought of as “chemic” due to a different taste profile and the fact the drinker once had a skinful & got a bad hangover. Some beers will be well thought of by the customer. Most of this is based on the drinkers own drinking experience, little is based on the image brewers try to create, and even less is based on the campaigning activities of eager beer enthusiasts. Beck’s had a lot of success marketing a lager seen as “pure”. As the beer entered “cash cow” status on the growth share matrix and has entered almost permanent discount in supermarkets, alongside Stella and other big brands, it has seen a phenomenal success with its spin off “Vier” brand (a star), a 4% version. The Vier brand sells in the off trade at a higher price than its parent brand, and has in my observation become the cooking lager of choice in the on trade held back only by its limited distribution.

All of this is why I’m surprised at their current marketing giveaway. Giveaways are often used to promote beers. Guinness has a lot of success giving away t-shirts, rugby shirts & branded glasses. An activity where arguably what they give away assists in maintaining their own brand. The free t-shirt turns the customer into a walking billboard for the brand. The Beck’s giveaway is for “free mp3 downloads” at Play.com. Beck’s have long associated there brand with art. Whether this rubs the magic cloth of sophistication onto the brand is arguable. I happen to like Beck’s beer and drink a fair amount of it, but it is difficult for any beer on permanent discount to be considered sophisticated. I like it because it is a nice cheap drop of lout, not a sophisticated choice. The giveaway is unrelated to the brand, is a none tangible and also difficult to redeem. Redeeming a song is easy enough, redeeming an album involves “buying” each track individually, putting in the discount code to get it free then doing the same for the next track. It is also within the wit of most consumers to get free music anyway, if that is what they want. The promotion appears to benefit play, which are running it, as it showcases their own on line music store. It isn’t going to encourage me to choose Beck’s. They’d be better off putting a few more bottles in the box so when I see 3 boxes for £20; Beck’s is the one with more bottles than Grolsch or Stella.

Having said all that, I have 20 of these beer labels and I really don’t know what music to get. I have Lady GaGa’s last 2 albums anyway and that’s all I listen to. There doesn’t appear to be anything else I like. What’s a good bit of euro pop I should download “for free?” I like euro pop. I’m not afraid of being called gay. I have a tasty bird and a full healthy physical relationship with her. That defines my sexuality, not the fact I use man moisturiser (so I don’t get moaned at for borrowing hers), dress well and listen to camp music. I like anything that is as camp as Dale Wintons Xmas. You tell me what I should download.

Friday, 5 November 2010

The Spoons Beer & Burger.


For a living I manage a team of people. The Campaign for greater cooking lager appreciation isn’t a full time job; I make a living as most people do by sitting in an office and looking moderately busy whilst pissing about on the internet looking for cheap car insurance and 0% credit cards. One member of my team poked his head up from behind his computer this lunchtime and said “Friday filth?” Now this isn’t a bizarre office ritual involving the viewing and distribution of pornography, it’s the office code for “Fancy some fast food for lunch?” Basically a trip to either the chippy, MacDonald’s or the KFC. My reply was to ask him whether he fancied a beer and burger in the Wetherpoons. Mark Dredge wrote a nice blog on beer and burger matching, here, but me being a price sensitive soul notices the price disparities in the UK market. Fabpow, bitchin’ and all that. A MacDonald’s or Burger King is cheaper in the UK than other European counties. At about £4 or £5 compared to 7or €8. However cheapness isn’t an absolute, it’s a comparative. To compare I can get burger, chips & pint in the Spoons for £4.99. The burger at 6oz is bigger than anything at a fast food franchise, I can get mayonnaise on my chips (something you can’t get in UK franchises) and there is a pint thrown in.

It can’t be any good though can it? Came the reply of my erstwhile colleague. The only reply to this is “I think it’s alright, it’s a piss take to use the word gourmet on the option to put bacon and cheese on it, but you can eat worse, you can make your own mind up”, so off we trotted to the McPub. The Spoons seem to be liked and loathed in equal measure in the beer blogosphere but I am firmly in the “like” category. I like ‘em because they are not crap and pretty cheap. The best thing I ever read about the Spoons was from a market analyst writing about their share price prospects in the FT newspaper. He wrote something along the lines of “they are the place you start to drink in when you decide to no longer be taken for a mug” This of course is a reference to the price competitiveness of the chain of managed pubs. We walked past a couple of grotty looking pubs before we got to the Spoons and this particular one was a smart place with presentable, friendly and efficient bar staff. I sunk a Guinness with mine; my colleague sunk a Tuborg and we sat in a clean and pleasant area full of tables. None of the grottiness of a fast food joint that needs its tables and floor cleaning. No screaming kids eating happy meals, just a silent TV with subtitles showing Sky News as we moaned about work and discussed our weekend plans. To share the conversation my plans involve doing whatever the lady squeeze tells me to do, and my colleagues plan involves necking lager, watching football and pulling birds. All of which he appears quite good at. Arguably better than me on all 3 counts.

The burgers arrived. And if I were to be critical you don’t get a lot of chips, but the burger itself was arguably better than a burger franchise. My colleague agreed with me. That’s pretty decent he said, bugger MacDonald’s. “and you get a pint thrown in, we should come here again” he concluded.

Part of management I have discovered is mentoring those in your team. After showing him the delights of a cheap burger and pint it was time to share the knack of wandering back to the office without people knowing you’ve had a crafty Friday pint. Wrigley’s extra chewing gum. Minty fresh breath to breath over people in our tedious departmental meeting this afternoon. He’s lucky, he gets to sit at the back and piss about with his phone. I have to sit at the front with the other “managers”

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Some more nice beer - Williams Bros



I appear to be on a roll with pongy ale and in this sense the campaign for cheap lager appreciation isn’t going very well. How can I have my very own campaign for lout when every night I sink a few bottles of fine well crafted ale? Well whatever. If people are kind enough to send it me, I’ll neck it. The following is a few beers I necked sent to me by the delightful Williams Bros alongside these lovely drops, here and here. Crikey, this is binge drinking and binge drinking is great. I usually only have the odd can of lager during the week, but you know, life is short so why not live a little? 3 or 4 gets you nicely oiled without getting drunk and getting hangover. The calories are not that great so I’d better not make a habit of it. The thing is I follow twitter and every day the beer bloggers are necking beer. I guess it’s becoming normalised to drink more regularly.

Williams Bros 7 Giraffes Extraordinary Ale 5% promised an eclectic blend of 7 varieties of malted barley, fresh cone hops, elderflowers & lemon zest. Crikey, but what’s it like? Refreshing, aromatic & quite moreish. A sweet hoppy smell, then a bitter hit with a light floral sweetness and lasting lingering bitterness on the tongue. The hops dominate. It’s a full bitter hit for my palate, with a more subtle malt quality. I liked it though, something different and not half bad.

Fraoch Heather Ale 5% claimed to be Scotland’s native ale for 4,000 years & the oldest style still made. Claims of Picts brewing it and what not, but this is a 16th century recipe of malted barley, sweet gale & heather flowers. The hot ale is infused with heather flower before fermentation. It had a floral peat aroma, full malt body & a spicy herbal flavour with a dry wine finish. Not bad, but I’ll be honest, not 100% my cup of tea. I’m glad I tried it, and pleased somebody was kind enough to send me a sampler, but unlike the previous bottle it wasn’t one I’d have again. The lady squeeze liked it, though. She took a swig and took the glass off me. She gave me a strange look when I poured the beer into a new glass for her and explained “I have to drink all my beer out of the same glass because Zak Avery says so in his book”

Maybe this beer is one for the lasses? I don’t mind this sort of behaviour as when she’s drinking, she can’t be sarcastic about me drinking. The squeeze even asked me whether we had more of this one, which is quite a compliment to it. Maybe she should write a beer blog. She told me she liked the sweet floral smell and odd flavour. The peat gives it a hint of whisky with sweet & sour flavours.

Having had my beer stolen off me I cracked a Williams Red 4.5%. This beer was for me the best one. I’d be a regular on the pong if this pong was typical pong, as the beer had an absence of any pongy smell. It was a lovely balanced ale with a malty sweetness & mild bitterness. A cracking session able pint you could neck a few of. The bitterness hits first but settles into a smooth sweetness.

By the time I’d finished it I had time for one more. The squeeze takes her time with drink. I suspect that determines a lot of drink choices. You don’t have to drink that much wine to booze; beer being weaker requires a capacity for quantity. With that thought The Williams Scottish Joker IPA 5% got opened. A complex blend of malt & hops & fresh citrusy aroma with a bittersweet full flavour. An appealing light colour & fresh smell gave it the appeal of quite a light IPA. My expectation of an IPA is quite hoppy. This had a mild bitter aftertaste. I’m not arguing the toss on beer styles, you can call beer what you want but I’d call it a lovely pint of premium bitter rather than IPA. The bittersweet aftertaste really lingered and delighted.

The squeeze finished her beer, didn’t appreciate my comment of “3-1, I win” replying with “It’s not a competition”. But it is isn’t it?

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Some very nice beer


Out and about you get the impression that Christmas is just around the corner. It isn’t, its months away, but still the shops fill with Christmas tat. I’ve even seen mince pies with a sell by date of the end of November, meaning they are stale a month before Christmas. I find it is important to do some Christmas preparation. I don’t mean buy presents or buy tat or send cards. I mean prepare for the fact that before you know it a load of scrotes will be coming around your house for Christmas visits and parties and necking your grog. I’ve still got loads of decent grog nice people sent me for free that I haven’t got round to necking yet.

This is the time for a bit of mid week binge drinking to ensure all the decent grog is necked so when people punt up at your door, all you have in is a bottle of Jacobs Creek Chardonnay and a few bottles of Stella.

It was with this in mind I cracked open a bottle of Sharps Single Brew Reserve 2009 4.5%, sent to me by Stuart Howe of Sharps brewery, way back when. Brewed & batched in December 2009, conditioned for a month before bottling with live yeast the gumph on the bottle promised a balanced & complex flavour. A beer of this promise deserves my Stella Artois glass. Ooo, the smell. Sugary, like an old school type sweet shop. There’s a whiff of parma violets in there. I’m prepared to accept that not all pongy ale smells are rank. This aroma made my mouth water. The buggar of bottle conditioned ales is the upright storage and careful pouring but the rich malty taste and mild hopping really went down a treat. Front of the mouth and tip of the tongue flavours rather than a back of the mouth bitterness. Nice stuff and didn’t last long. I sunk it with indecent haste. The squeeze raised an eyebrow and enquired whether I was intending a session. Could be, treacle, could be.

After that one I cracked Sharps Special Rock Cornwall 5%. You’ve gotta read the bottles if you’re gonna blog. This beer has a formidable reputation. Sweet & Complex. Liked by something called the “cask appreciation society” and preferred by boozers to national brands when stocked. So there you are.

Slight malty taste to it, sweet fragrance. A well balances bitter. Malt hits you first then a lingering dryness kicks in rather than a bitterness. I’d class it as a top notch bitter and whilst I’m wouldn’t presume to give it a baron rating, I’d give it a Viscount rating of “top notch”, as Viscounts are up a notch from barons. Certainly no “boring brown bitter” for those of us whose taste buds have not been ruined by hops.

Ooo, what next. Finchley’s Golden Ale 4.2%. This stuff was given to me by a nice chap at Aldi, as you can see here. A clean almost medicinal hop smell with the colour of a light ale, rather than golden lager. The taste of a light bitter, well rounded and full of flavour. A good traditional pale ale with aromatic hops. Quite fizzy, and I liked that. The effervescence was followed by sweetness, then bitterness and a lingering pleasant flavour. Even tasted decent when I belched. Time for bed? Nah one more.

Finchley’s India Pale Ale 4.5%. Pale & Crystal malts, spicy & fruity hops and some stuff about India on the label. A quite lovely smell of sweet and bitter promise backed up with a light flavour. The Fizz gets you first, as in the previous Finchley’s but then the sweetness and dryness follows. Very much like the last one but no worse for it. At the same price this is slightly stronger and wins.

Four beers, all nice, not to pissed up but with a belch it was off to bed as a slightly disgruntled squeeze made it clear to me that four was quite enough for one night.