If you’ve lost track of these diary extracts I feel your pain.
This is now Saturday morning, Day 3 of the Great Tayside Tickathon and an actual CAMRA AGM to attend.
But first, a recuperative Miners Benedict in my Broughty Ferry Wether-hotel.
As Allo Darlin’ sang “This is life. This is living”.
I would have walked back into Dundee but it was a dreich day, so another £1.80 wasted on buses.
20 minutes before the AGM to tick off the most ornate Optical Express in the UK,
and mildly despair that J.A. Braithwaite’s famously unchanging tea and coffee shop was closed to escape the CAMRA rampage, despite being promoted in the Members Handbook.
An underrated city, hills to the north, architectural gems dotted all over the place.
I guess you’re dying to hear about the AGM and CAMRA motions to define cider, oppose/support Mimimum Unit Pricing, and save real ale.
That’s tough. Look on the CAMRA website. I will say that the Conference was superby organised, the standard of public speaking very high, the tributes touching, and Nik Antona managed to explain the annual accounts better than I ever manged in my career.
But at the half-time break, I bumped into that Scott Campbell fella and we bounded up the hill to a pub.
“Can I help you ?” said the nice Innis & Gunn folk as we peered into the Beer Kitchen. That normally means they’re closed, but in this case means “Are you dining“.
We noseyed round to the refectory area where the beers were kept.
We both perked up as we spotted one of those beer boards it’s impossible to make head and tail of, even with neat Scottish handwriting.
Thank goodness for handpumps, then. They signify that the beer is compliant with CAMRA Policy document 37 Subsection ii), even if it tastes like vinegar. My Cloud Fall from just up the hill was decent, to be fair.
I’d say we enjoyed our beer at the booth but a) I don’t think we did and b) I don’t think we actually sat down.
Time for a bit more exercise.