That gallon of Nike from Milton Brewery was gone by 11am this morning. A pint and a half each for breakfast.
Beer is at its best when drunk immediately, I always think.
Matthew Thompson, in his lovely tribute to Florian Schneider, reminds me of Uerige in Dusseldorf whose lovely Alt is best drunk fresh from the barrel in the Old Town streets surrounded by bemused Australians.
Not much chance of doing THAT for a while.
Today’s good news, criminally left off the Government Briefing, is that Chung Hwa is reopening on Wednesday. I felt oddly emotional at that news; everything’s going to be OK.
I’ve reached 1966-67 in the football programmes, and stumbled on the most beery club so far.
StokeCity actually went top of the League after their 3-2 win (and Gordon Banks was still to arrive), and the Potters fans no doubt celebrated with a gallon of Bents Bitter in the
local micropub Beehive.
Bents, Bass, Pedigree, Joules and Dennis Viollet. What a time to be alive.
And in pre-VAR days, the main topic of debate on football forums was the use of elastic in players shorts. Innocent times.