Oh what have I become? How can I look at myself in the mirror? Whilst all is not lost, there is no denying it I have become a beer geek. I may not be a ticker but how do you explain a habit of photographing the pint you are necking? Then putting it on the internet for other people to look at? Then going and looking at the pictures of the beers that other beer geeks have been necking? Then making a lager lout related comment? It’s beer geekery by any other name. I always thought I was normal. I’m not too tall or short, fat or thin. Neither thick nor clever. My habits and interests are all legal and socially acceptable. Normal, average bloke.
It was when I was photographing this lovely glass of lout that it dawned on me. I am a beer geek. I am everything I mock. I have become what I sought to laugh at. Maybe in the serenity prayer of sizzled alcoholics I can find comfort?
God, Give us the grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed, Courage
to change the things which should be changed,
And the wisdom to distinguish the one from the other
For I don’t think I have the strength of character to quit. I tried not to. I tried to put the camera down. I just couldn’t. I had to take a photo of it. It was like a compulsion. In a less scientific and more superstitious age I would think I was possessed by a beer geekery demon.
Upon swigging said lout I was looking to identify taste notes I could blog about. Hints of marzipan? Thankfully I was necking COBRA lout. There are no taste notes. A 5% adjunct riddled lout that is marketed as an accompaniment for a curry. Maize and rice grace this golden nectar. A wonderful piss take of beer provenance as it claims to be an Indian beer yet is was designed for the UK curry eating customer before it was ever marketed in India. The beer was designed in Blighty by an Indian chap for English punters then hawked in his country of origin. All here.
Despite all that it is delicious. Less fizzy than most lout and a really nice glass of lagery pleasure. Nice pint pot to swig it out of too.
Can lout be my saviour from beer geekery? Is the lout the only thing stopping me buying a note book to keep my beery thoughts in? Who is to say?