The Friday Pint 2015 #3 – The Road to The Wool House

It’s finally almost here. After many delays, The Wool House finally has an opening date. If you don’t already know when it is, go and read the first part of my series that will be posted weekly leading up to opening day.

I paid a visit to The Platform Tavern earlier this week, and ended up drinking three and a half pints of Dancing Man’s USA IPA. It was certainly much better than passing through Reading during the evening rush hour, and just so happened to become my new favourite Dancing Man beer (surpassing Pole Axed).

In between now and opening week I’ll be rather busy, what with regular work, overtime at work, and a trip over to America to see my fiancée. I will however be trying to keep up with the weekly Friday Pint posts, as well as The Wool House series.

I’ll be back next week with the second part of The Wool House series, and a new Friday Pint. Until then though, have a great weekend. (119)

The Road To The Wool House #1 – Finding a location

Three years ago, a small one brewer’s barrel sized brewery was installed into a pub in Southampton. A year later, and plans were afoot to find a new location to expand its brewing operations into. Now, as I write, the project is entering its final stages, with the final touches being made to get The Wool House finished for opening, which is now scheduled for Friday 27th February.

 

Not long after the first beers started pouring in The Platform Tavern, it became clear that the pub wasn’t big enough for the Dancing Man Brewery. One of the requirements of finding a new premises was that Head Brewer Aidan Lavin didn’t want to expand onto an industrial estate. The plan was for a bigger brewpub, that would also provide a city centre space for people to enjoy.

Originally, three buildings were looked at. Tower House, literally a stones throw away, was considered too close to The Platform Tavern. The Old Bond Store, just off East Street, was considered to be too small and not practical. Finally, The Wool House, which was considered to be too big, and thought to require too much work.

Tower House can be seen in the foreground, with The Platform Tavern (the red building) in the background.

It was Simon Letts, head of the local council, that persuaded the Dancing Man Brewery team to reconsider.

The Wool House is a fascinating building with a local and varied history. I wanted a use that would both bring the building to life but also add something to the City. A fully functioning brewpub seemed to fit the bill. So I arranged a meeting with the Dancing Man Brewery team to encourage them to reconsider putting in a proposal.” – Councillor Simon Letts, E-mail correspondence, 6th September 2014.

As well as convincing the Dancing Man Brewery team to apply for the use of the building, Simon Letts also made them aware of the “Bridging The Gap” scheme. A government fund administered by the Solent LEP, which provides funding to local businesses to encourage growth in the local economy.

Despite clearly having support from within the council, the Dancing Man Brewery team still needed to go through the official processes of bidding for the use of the building. A number of other bids were made, including one which would have seen the building become an Indian restaurant if successful. It was the Brewery’s pitch of production and employment that won the bidding process in the end.

We had a number of bids but thought the Brewery with its proposal to make something and employ people was the best on offer.” – Councillor Simon Letts, E-mail correspondence, 6th September 2014.

With the building effectively theirs, all that was left was to get through the rigmarole of planning and building and open The Wool House up to the public. With so many people involved however, that would turn out to be easier said than done. (193)

The Friday Pint 2015 #2 – Lessons in electricty

Hello Reader.

I said last week I’d be trying to write something every Friday, and indeed, here I am, keeping up that promise.

I could write about my trip to the local ‘Spoons. It’s what this week’s post would have been if I had actually bothered to check my notebook was charged before leaving the flat. As it was, I found myself in a Wetherspoons, with only my phone to distract me from the weekday lunchtime crowd that were in there. I also visited the ‘Spoons in Windsor, which was much more expensive. I’m pretty sure the beer I had was off as well. I seem to recall enjoying Hanlon’s Port Stout in the past. This time however, it was bad enough that I left most of it and just walked out.

I didn’t walk down to Windsor to visit the ‘Spoons though. I walked down to get some beer from the Windsor and Eton Brewery. I left with a two litre bottle of Brew 882 (Seattle Porter), along with two Magna Cartas, a Kohinoor, and a Conqueror 1075.

The Brew 882 was very drinkable, and was mostly gone by the end of Wednesday night. I currently have a Magna Carta in my glass as I write. With some sips, it tastes a lot like a mature hard cheese, with hints of fruitiness. There is a specific cheese it reminds me of, yet as ever, my memory fails me as to what it is. With other sips, the liquorice shines through. Both flavours compliment the gouda I’m eating with the beer very well.

As I write this sentence, the time is 23:10. I think my work is done here.

I shall return next week. Until then, have a great weekend. (153)

The Friday Pint 2015 #1 – New Beginnings

So, 2015.

This year will be my fourth year of writing Friday Pint posts. Unlike previous years however, I’m not going to explicitly decide on a theme for this years posts. I will however be trying to make sure I do post something every Friday, even if there’s nothing beer related about it. After all, one of the main purposes of The Friday Pint when I started doing it back in 2012 was to keep my brain active and improve my writing.

As I write this post, I am currently sat in The Wheatsheaf, a Fuller’s owned pub in Slough, opposite Herschel Park. Prior to being sat here. with a pint of London Pride by my side, I walked around the park, and the nature reserve that is situated just to the side of it.

I then paid a visit to The Old Red Cow, where outside a man, possibly 50 something in age, was looking up towards a red kite hovering majestically in the sky above. He told me that there are usually two of them, and that they come from the parks behind us.

Inside I order a pint of Twickenham’s WInter Cheer. The man from outside is offered the usual, and a conversation begins between the man from outside and the man behind the bar. At a guess, I’d say the man behind the bar is probably a couple of years younger than me.

Through sitting at the bar, in the middle of their conversation, I learn that the man from outside has been living in a tent in the park recently. He tells the man behind the bar that he has been evicted from the park. The man behind the bar questions if you can be evicted from a public space. The man from outside seemingly still has a lot of posessions. He spoke of a TV and DVD player, and DVDs back in Reading, and also of trying to get rid of a lot of stuff.

Not long after the man from outside and I entered, another man entered with news that someone had broken their ribs. A brief conversation ensued about how they can’t do anything but let them heal natuarally. The man from outside got the man behind the bar to feel a spot on his chest, from where his ribs had broken. He then went on to talk about how his collarbone healed.

With the man behind the bar reading a newspaper, conversation between the man from outside and him switched to news. There was a story about Banksy giving someone a drawing after they helped him pick up his art stuff, and another about a nurse who helped an old man with a heart attack.

I left The Old Red Cow and made my way to The Wheatsheaf. When I enter, Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance video is playing on the TV. Seemingly, the man behind the bar here is playing youtube videos. I can’t be sure if it’s related to having a customer or not, but the television gets changed to the sky box. Several channels get put on before finally settling on Sky News.

Over the speaker system, what sounds like mid to late nineties R&B plays, drowning out the sound from the television. A pool table takes up a large amount of space just inside the door. The interior of the pub is reminiscent of an old Tudor pub. It is also rather red, with red leather seats, red patterned carpet, red chairs, and red painted walls.

The London Pride here is passable, but still doesn’t match up to the London Pride I could enjoy whilst living and working in Chiswick.I should try and go back there at some point this year.

As for this year, it’s going to be a busy one for me. I already have 12 days of overtime lined up as I save up for my wedding in October. Before then though, I have my 30th birthday, which I shall be belatedly celebrating at the Maltings Festival in Newton Abbot. Also this year will be my Dad’s 60th birthday, and my Best Man’s 30th birthday.

Going back to the subject of that wedding, I’ll be moving to America for it, providing they let me in of course. Back in Southampton I have two shelves worth of beer I won’t be taking with me, and can’t really store back here. Needless to say, this year is going to see some rather good bottles being opened.

I shall return next week, until then dear reader, have a great weekend. (78)

The Friday Pint 3 #16 – A kind of review of the year, whilst I can actually be bothered.

Hello readers.

It is, once again, that time of year where a lot of beer bloggers submit their nominations for the Golden Pints. I’m not going to pretend and say I think it’s all below me. I just can’t be bothered to go back over my year and put that much effort into thinking. It’s an attitude that has had an effect on the blog over the course of the year. There have been a number of posts that have been written, and then just sat there, not being posted, I may refer to some of those occasions in this post.

Going back to the subject of Golden Pints, I was pleasantly surprised by Hobgoblin Gold when I tried it this year (the second and third bottles confirmed it was a beer I’d be fine drinking again). Whilst I love Hobgoblin (the beer, not the marketing), I’ve often struggled with some of Wychwood’s other beers. I ended up pouring most of a bottle of Bah Humbug down the sink yesterday for example.

This year’s Friday Pint theme was supposed to be local beers. Living as I do now, in Slough, my choice of breweries was somewhat less than it was when I lived in Chiswick. That being said though, I did manage to visit Windsor and Eton, Binghams in Twyford and Rebellion in Marlow.

Of those three, it is only Rebellion that I wouldn’t rush to return to. Bingham Brewery produce a wonderful range of stouts (my personal favourite being the Vanilla Stout), and Windsor and Eton win through being closest, and also producing Conqueror Black IPA.

Meanwhile, closer to my hometown of Southampton, two breweries were preparing to move to new locations.

Vibrant Forest had been operating out of their location on Jacobs Gutter Lane near Totton for a few years. Their rise in popularity amongst their customers meant they needed to move to a new location and expand. The brewery is now based on an industrial estate just outside of Lymington, and has a small shop and bar. It’s open to the public on Fridays between 12pm and 6pm, and Saturdays between 11am and 3pm.

Dancing Man Brewery also found themselves wanting to expand to meet the demand of their customers. The start of the year saw opponents to the plans to convert The Wool House into a brewpub and restaurant submit a petition to the city council, which was responded to in support of the brewery.

2014 was a year of many delays for the Wool House project, a factor which head brewer Aidan Lavin believes has led to better decisions being made, which will ultimately result in a better experience for people once the Wool House opens next year.

(A more indepth look at The Wool House and the road to it will be appearing in the run up to opening).

Even closer to home, my brother got married back in May, and I messed up the beer I brewed by sticking too many high alpha hops in too early, resulting in a beer too bitter for even my tastes.

I didn’t get as much chance to do much homebrewing this year. My Nelson Sauvin based sour is now bottled, and I have a beer on the go at the moment, in which I have used everything up. Hopefully it will turn out fine.

As for next year, I’ve got a wedding to save for, along with all the other costs that go with it. As such I’ll be spending a lot less money on beer (I’ll also have less time, what with all the overtime I’ll be trying to do). All this is perfectly fine though, as I have two shelves worth of beer (and still a couple of boxes) I need to drink most of before I leave.

Given that the majority of it is beers that should have aged well, next year is going to be a treat.

I’ll be back soon with more writing. Until then though, have a great weekend.

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The Friday Pint 3 #15 – Things and Stuff

*dusts off keyboard*

Is this thing still on?

Hello?

Is there anyone still out there?

It seems like I’ve been away for longer than I thought. Partly because I’ve been busy, and partly because, admittedly, every time I’ve had an opportunity to write, I’ve opted to lay on the settee watching Television shows instead.

I’ve certainly been drinking a fair amount of beer, with a couple of good bottle sessions in between my last post and this one. I’ve also discovered, in the process of trying to sort my old bedroom out, that I have a lot more bottles than I thought I had.

There will be posts from me soon. I haven’t completely been idle these past few weeks. I’ve been working on a few posts that I’ll be completing and scheduling in the next few weeks. These will focus on the development and then the opening of The Wool House.

On the subject of the Dancing Man Brewery, The Platform Tavern has its Winter Beers festival on this weekend. I’ll be there tomorrow, hoping that some of the fine beers on the lists are still available.

I will be back soon, hopefully sooner this time.

Until then, have a great weekend. (268)

The Friday Pint 3 #14 – Researching the past.

Earlier this week I sat down with Aidan Lavin to talk about The Wool House. My intention was to go through from the initial planning stages up until the opening night. That was before I started actually writing.

Aside from the history of the building itself, from wool storage to museum, via prison, it seems that Southampton has a rich brewing history, though much has now unfortunately disappeared through redevelopment.

One thing I am intrigued to know more about, is how The Old Bond Store, just off East Street, was used. It must have had some link to brewing to feature in an article published in the Brewing History Society journal No. 62 back in 1990.

From research I’ve done previously, I already know that there is one book of brewing records from a former Southampton brewery. Hopefully with a bit of digging, I’ll be able to find some more.

Those posts on The Wool House will appear soon. For now though, I have research to be getting on with. (17605)

#THB20

Today (Tomorrow in the UK, due to the 29th August 1994 being a Bank Holiday) sees the 20th anniversary of the release of Manic Street Preachers’ third album, The Holy Bible. This week, in a break from the beery posts, a short little post on the album, and my relationship with it in the time I’ve known it… 

Over the course of my recent life I have often considered what my top five albums are. The albums that I’d take with me if I had to leave behind all the others. The list has changed over time, as new albums are released and old albums heard for the first time. The list has also changed due to changing tastes personally. One album that has remained in that top five list throughout though, is Manic Street Preachers’ The Holy Bible.

Much has been written elsewhere about the darkness of the album, and the troubles within the band in the period surrounding it’s recording and promotion. As with any record surrounded by tragic circumstances (Rhythm guitarist and primary lyricist on the album, Richey Edwards, went missing in February 1995. In November 2008, he was officially declared “presumed dead”) there is an element of listening to the album with a certain degree of hindsight. With songs like 4st 7lb, Faster and Die In The Summertime, The Holy Bible can be seen as a deeply personal album. That said though, it does still have it’s moments of political and historical influence in songs such as Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedaywoulditsworldfallapart, Revol, and The Intense Humming Of Evil.

I bought my first copy of The Holy Bible in either 1998 or 1999. I’d became aware of the band during their Everything Must Go era, and became more interested in them when my then crush also had an interest in them (This was during the This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours) era. In an attempt to earn cool points, as seems the thing to do when you’re young and have no idea such things don’t work, I bought all of the albums from Generation Terrorists to Everything Must Go.

The other three albums I clicked with instantly, there were songs I could get stuck in my head for days after hearing. The Holy Bible though proved to be a somewhat more difficult listen.

I can’t remember when it clicked, but at some point, it did. I have no idea how many times I have listened to the album, yet on a personal level, it has served many purposes over the half of my lifespan with which I have owned the album. From the low, melancholic moments, where it has offered escape through headphones, to the angry, fuck you world moments, courtesy of Faster being blasted into my ears, drowing out the sounds of whichever group of people are annoying me, to the reflective mood of This Is Yesterday, The Holy Bible has been an album that I’ve grown up with, and will continue to be a part of my life.

I’ve often felt that a life in which nothing makes you feel something isn’t worth living. Some people are moved by words, some by images, others by sounds, smells or touch. Not many get the chance to create something that people connect with on a mass scale. Fewer still create a work that still feels relevant and important 20 years after it was first released.

There are more lines on this album that have meant something to me, that I have been able to interpret as relating to my life as well, than any other album I can think of. I could spend the second half of this post going through the album, quoting each one, but instead, I shall just finish with the line that says everything it needs to say, without any need for explanation from me.

I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing. (496)

If a beer looks like it tastes awful, it probably does…

For some reason, a couple of weeks ago, I decided that a blog post where I drink questionable beer, which is obviously going to taste awful, would be a good idea. This post is the result of that plan.

I have had in my fridge four beers which many respecting beer drinkers would refuse to even look at, let alone drink. They are Carlsberg Blackcurrant, Fosters Gold, Cuvana Rum Flavoured Beer, and Dead Crow Bourbon Flavoured Beer. As per usual with my posts, I’m writing this as I go along, so things may get interesting as I get more drunk, or more disgusted by the beers.

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First up in my glass is the Carlsberg Blackcurrant. It has been poured into my Birmingham Beer Bash 2014 glass from a clear 660ml bottle that has been sat on the top shelf of a B&M store. Fluorescent lights shining their light rays through the beer, day after day until I decided today would be a good day to drink a beer which is obviously going to taste awful.

Preconceptions. Sometimes they are met, Sometimes they are awfully misjudged.

The beer certainly smells of blackcurrant. A part of me is slightly trepidatious about actually lifting the glass to my lips and taking the first sip. Compared to how bad I was expecting it to taste, the actual taste isn’t that bad. If anything, it’s slightly disappointing, and nowhere near as blackcurranty as I was expecting. The question is though, can I drink an entire 660ml bottle, or will I end up pouring half of it away?

The answer is the latter, though I have managed to drink around the equivalent of a 330ml bottle.

Next up into the Beer Bash glass is the Cuvana Rum Flavoured Beer. Once again, it is poured from a clear glass bottle, that has been sat in the glare of fluorescent lights for goodness knows how long. For some reason, it smells like limes, rather than, as would be expected of a rum flavoured beer, rum. As a result, I’m even more cautious about drinking this than I was the Carlsberg Blackcurrant.

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I start with a small sip. There’s lime in the taste as well. If I’m supposed to be tasting rum, I’m not. It is, I’m slightly pleased to say, as awful as my expectations thought it would be. After three or four sips or mouthfuls, I have reached the half pint line of the glass. I may have found a contender to Floris Chocolate for the worst beer to have ever passed my lips.

Swiftly pouring that abomination down the sink, I move on to the Dead Crow. Natuarally, my expectations are as high for this as they were for the Cuvana. Aroma wise, the Dead Crow is much more subtle than the previous two beers of the night. Sure, it smells of something, but it’s not as obvious.

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I take a similar sized sip to last time. This is the first time the taste of one of these beers has made me screw my face up in disgust. I take another to confirm the horror that revealed itself in that first taste. I can only imagine that most of the trade for these beers is from first time buyers, or friends and family who don’t know better buying gifts for those who like beer and rum, or beer and bourbon. If we live in a world where people can actually manage to get through an entire bottle of either of these beers, and then think “I’d like another of those”, we live in a world of people who either hate themselves, or are idiots.

Last but not least, it’s the turn of the Australian beer Australia doesn’t drink. What that says about the beer is up to you and your conceptions of Australians and beer.

Compared to it’s predecessors, this is a relief. A beer approaching somewhere near drinkable, even if it is somewhat bland, and leaves you wondering if you did actually have a drink of it. It smells of nothingness. It tastes of nothingness, though there is a slight moment where it hints that there might be something there, before leaving a nothingness aftertaste and a dryness in the mouth.

Already I have drunk more of this than the Cuvana and Dead Crow combined. That being said though, when this glass is over, I’m moving back to the good stuff.

Tonight has been an experience, and as some people say, you can’t truely criticise a beer until it has passed your lips. These four beers have now passed my lips and I can safely say that I’ll never willingly or knowingly drink any of them again. Usually I’d tell you to try the beers yourself and make your own minds up, but in this case, I’m going to say trust me on this one. (11295)

The Friday Pint 3 #13 – Beer, Blues and Bangers

Sat once again in his office, in a different location to last time. The writer of this blogpost takes on the persona of a narrator, allowing him to describe a fictional situation in which the writer and a fictional editor discuss the wrters lack of professionalism recently. The writer sits, typing on a netbook, with a pint of Bowman’s Quiver beside him. Selfishly, he doesn’t even consider buying a pint for his editor, who doesn’t sit across from him, due to the editors non-existence.

“Now that you’ve finally written a post about the Birmingham Beer Bash, can you finally start writing Friday Pint posts with a bit more regularity” The fictional editor asks the writer. The writer ignores him as he thinks of what the editor, for who he is writing the dialogue, will say next. The editor looks at the writer, or at least would if he actually existed and was actually in front of the writer.

“huh?” uttered the writer, vaguely aware of some sort of conversation.

“The quality of the blog has been slipping. I know it, you know it, the readers know it. I mean, half the time it’s not even about beer any more. Do you know how many posts in the last year have been about a lack of posts, or about needing some sort of editor to force you into writing more often” The editor asked, with a gap of silence where the writer half expected him to go “hmm?”

“Erm, no”, replied the writer, hesitantly”

“Well, I’ll tell you,” said the editor, “I don’t know how many it is myself, but I do know it’s too many, it’s in danger of becoming a cliche.”

“So you’re saying I should write more, and not just about the fact that I haven’t been writing recently” asked the writer, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Exactly,” exclaimed the editor, “You can start by writing a post about this festival that’s set up over there”

“I could do, I suppose” replied the writer, still sat in front of his netbook, typing out the fictional conversation that was currently taking place between himself and the fictional editor that sat opposite him.

In reality, the writer’s office was a pub. A small, warm coloured pub near the water in Southampton. It was a pub the writer had used as his office many times before, and today, a beer festival began. The pub had a name, and that name was The Platform Tavern. A short walk along the road and the writer would pass The Wool House, where outside, fences have been put up, with building site safety notices hanging from them.

A few hours sit between the writer and the ten festival beers sat on a stillage in the part of the pub that looks onto the brewery. In the meantime, he sits with his beer, and decides that here would be a good place to stop writing. In a few hours time, he will return, and beer will flow.

Halfway between last writing and the start of the festival, the writer returns to the half written post that he is working on. Beside him is an empty glass. Does he really want another beer now when there’s at least ten he could be drinking later on? To the other side of the writer’s netbook lies a copy of Boak and Bailey’s Brew Britannia. Having read the physical comics the writer picked up before walking down to the pub in which he sits, the writer has now begun reading that, alternating with issues of the 1985 DC comics series Crisis on Infinite Earths on his tablet.

“There must be something I can write about to pass the time” the writer thinks to himself. He looks up for inspiration and sees the wind blowing the branches on the trees across the road. When he entered, the writer had noticed a gathering of grey clouds in the sky, which made him wonder if rain was due soon. As long as it doesn’t rain as he’s walking back to the train station, he should be fine.

Throughout the pub, blues music plays over the speakers, as it usually does. This time however, it feels a tad on the loud side. There was a period of silence inbetween albums. It seemed nice. The writer thinks to himself “I don’t mind music in pubs, as long as it suits the time, location, and most importantly, my mood.”

“I don’t think I’m in the mood for music with my beer this afternoon”

With the main part of the pub getting busy, the writer decides to move out to what he would call the restuarant part of the pub. He is planning on eating some of the sausages on offer after all. In front of him sits the stillage, with last minute preperations being made to have it ready for the start of the festival.

To the side, a pile of A4 sheets of yellow paper have the list of beers available, with notes on each one. The writer peruses the list and sees a few that stand out. Quantock he recalls as being the brewery that won the overall gold at the Maltings festival back in April. Nightjar wasn’t the beer that won though, and as the writer didn’t particuarly like any of the Quantock beers that weren’t Wills Neck, he’s not going to bother with this one.

There are three Dancing Man Brewery beers on the stillage. Geiger’s Tanz, a version of Fiddler’s Jig brewed with a German wheat yeast, Sea City Gold, the beer brewed to celebrate Southampton’s 50th year as a city, and winner of first place at the Southampton Beer Festival in June, and Organ Grinder, a 6% IPA hopped with Chinook, Centenial and Amarillo. The writer plans on having all of them.

Elsewhere on the stillage, Arbor are also represented by three casks. Triple Hop, Beech Blonde, and Why Kick A Moo Cow. Derventio Brewery’s Et Tu Brutus, Bristol Beer Factory’s Independence, and Bowman Brewery’s Sarva make up the rest of the offering for the weekend.

Having finsihed describing the list, the writer now sits and waits, wondering what to drink first.

The festival begins, and the writer returns to his table with his first half pint of beer, and a menu of the sausages on sale. The beer in question is the Dancing Man Geiger’s Tanz, a beer the writer isn’t particuarly a big fan of (Fiddler’s Jig), brewed with German wheat yeast. To the writers palate, this version is much nicer than the regular version.

The writer looks at his watch. About 15 minutes away, his friend should be arriving into Southampton Central. The writer ponders over what he should buy his friend, so that he doesn’t have to wait for a drink when he arrives. He’ll come to a decision eventually. For now though, there is undrunken beer on the table.

The writer finishes his beer and places his netbook away in his bag, not wanting to be distracted from the conversation and beer with his friend, who by this time had arrived. As a result, everything the writer describes from hereonin is in his past, and so he adjuists his use of tense accordingly.

The two of them start with a half of Dancing Man’s Organ Grinder. It’s nice, but not overly memorable. The writer followed this with a Sea City Gold, during which he tried to remember if he had actually had it on draft before. He’d definitely tried it from a bottle, and had rather enjoyed it, as he did this half pint of it.

At some point during the evening, the writer and his friend shared a sausage platter, with Bison, Elk, Springbok and Zebra sausages. The writer’s favourite was the Springbok. The platter came with bread, and cheese, and a selection of pickles. For £12.50, it was a good accompaniment to the beer.

As well as the three Dancing Man Beers, the writer also drank two Arbor beers. Triple Hop, which on reflection was probably the beer he’d drink again, and Beech Blonde, which the writer can’t remember much about, other than it being the last beer, and it being pale and drinkable.

Inbetween those two beers though, came a ruby ale from Derventio brewery called Et Tu Brutus. The description made it sound quite nice. The reality though was something much different. The writer tried the beer and felt disappointed, there seemed to be something not quite right with how the beer tasted. He passed the beer to his friend, who commented that it smelt like a sour, and had a strawberry aftertaste. The writer took the beer back and put it to his nose, this time realising that it smelt like a Flemish Red. Was this how the beer supposed to be, or was it, as he suspected, off. In these situations where you have no frame of reference, it’s difficult to know. It had a taste you could get used to, but when there were enough beers there that were enjoyable from the start, is it really worth bothering about?

The writer sat in his flat pondering over how to finish the post. Did he finish with an inspiring final paragraph, one that would perhaps provoke discussion, or did he just let it ramble out into a disappointing conclusion before siging off.

Maybe, he should just let it come to an abrupt stop.

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