Well, this looks like a proper day out. Even if you have no interest in watching people getting drunk on a boat in the 1960s there are some nice Thames-side shots of London and Greenwich to admire. British Pathé really is the gift that keeps on giving. I could lose hours and hours watching all their old films.
I was out on Friday with some friends, some reasonably new acquaintances. Towards the end of the evening I ordered a bottle of Brewdog’s Punk IPA. Hardly the most exotic beer in the world, but I’d had enough generic lager / bog-standard bitter for one night.
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While it is still rather warm around these parts, my boozy mind is already wandering towards more autumnal and wintery beers, thinking less about quenching my thirst and more about having something dark and complex and hearty in my glass. There are obviously plenty of dark beer options, but porter keeps coming up. The excellent Boak & Bailey beer blog is working its way through the popular porters. I’ve started reading their book too, Brew Britannia (excellent reading so far), and was surprised to find that for many years porter was a lost beer, it was brewed nowhere. Read the rest of this entry »
The Missed Train Pint turns an inconvenience into an opportunity. Missing a train can be hugely frustrating. A delay is never welcome. And train stations are rarely good places to hang around in for any length of time. Read the rest of this entry »
Fish Friday. Chippy Tea. Whatever you call it. Fish and chips on a Friday night is one of the great institutions, the sort of tradition that genuinely keeps giving and giving, still seems relevant, vital even. Fish and chips are basically great anytime, but there is something special about having them on a Friday. It is a treat to end the week, a night off the cooking after five days of work. A way to see in the weekend. Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 