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Jul 11 2020

Pain. And Seeing Dear Friends.

“The New Normal”.

The first time I heard that phrase was near the end of 2016. From the mouth of a wise young man. My eldest. (Don’t tell him I said that….)

Context?

It was a family conversation. One of a type that I hope none of you ever have. It was a conversation about returning to some form of routine (normality if you like). Following our youngest taking his own life.

“We’ll never go back to normal. For us, this is a new normal”

That he realised THAT so early in the grief process, hit me like a train. And I nearly broke. Something that I couldn’t do, couldn’t allow.

Such profundity of grief teaches you some hard lessons about priorities. The primary one – for me – was that people matter. “Things” and money don’t. Keeping friends and family close. THAT’S important. And I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. My light and my path.

Every time that I see – or hear – that ******* phrase hits me like a tiny shock. Inwardly shed a tear.

That phrase – as far as I’m concerned – can get in the sea. And swim until it can’t see land.

For somebody who – with decreasing frequency – writes about pubs, I’d be lying if I said I missed them. What – no, not what, but who – I’ve missed is the people I meet in them. My friends, both my drinking companions and the people who own these little temples of happiness.

Fortunately, last weekend, several of us managed to – in a “socially distanced” manner – meet up. At Marble Brewtap. Just for a few hours. And it felt like my own little acre of paradise. Laughing, joking. Resisting the overwhelming urge to hug them all. Flesh and blood, not pixels in one of many little boxes on a laptop. Like some hi-tech “Celebrity Squares”.

And table service. It felt like the first time I went in a pub in Belfast, 30 years ago. When I started for the bar. And TLOs uncle held my arm and told me to sit down. And one of the staff came to take my order. It freaked me then. But last weekend? It felt like going backwards into the immediate future. And it made perfect sense.

Before lockdown, I’d never taken part in a video meeting. Well, that’s not quite true…… But that’s another – rather embarrassing – story. But my dear beer friends resolved to keep in touch weekly. On Google Hangouts initially, then Zoom. And in that initial conversation, we agreed on one thing.

That – when safe to do so – the first pub we wanted to go in, was The Marble Arch. For Sunday Lunch. So, today, I booked. For Sunday 9th August. My first pub visit. Since February.

I can wait.

Keep your friends and family close.

Be kind to one another.

Distanced hugs. Jx

By BeersManchester • Uncategorized • 0 • Tags: Beer, Friends, Marble Brewtap, The Marble Arch

May 23 2020

Adapt To Survive

It’s almost like I needed a reminder of what the inside of a pub looks like….

I’m not a religious man. The opposite is true really. But if I was, I’d describe organising The Independent Salford Beer Festival as my penance for past sins. Like a “slightly” more stressful “Three Hail Marys, Two Our Fathers and a wotsit……”

This year, that penance hurt me round about early March *Checks emails* (the 13th to be exact). That was the day that I sent out the initial invitations to supply what WAS to be #ISBF7. The replies started to arrive within minutes. And all were looking forward to the event…. But more than a handful had a suffix to the message. A proviso. A phrase that was repeated “…. if we survive”

Of course. Covid-19 has wrought profound sadness and grief. The loss of family and friends is a truly terrible thing. Of all people, of that I am perfectly aware. But from a business perspective, it brought home to me the fears of many associates and friends in this business. The entire hospitality sector was in state of fear. Pubs, bars, cafes, restaurants, all boarding up like Florida beachfronts in the face of hurricane season.

However, after a week or two, things – the feeling – started to change. There was a distinct sense of determination (in some quarters), like a survival instinct had kicked in. Fight or flight. And many businesses, breweries and bars in particular, started to think about adapting their MO. Sensing that not all was lost….

Ahhhh……

Breweries that package beer in bottle and can started to think about diverting production, getting beer out to independent Micro pubs – themselves adapting to an off sales and delivery ‘model’ – setting up direct Web sales, regulations compliant deliveries. But breweries that only produced cask ale were faced with the heartbreaking thought of pouring entire brews and cold store stocks down the drain. I speak as someone who – yearly – pours fabulous beer down the drain at the end of each ISBF. It brings real tears to these eyes.

Then I heard of breweries starting to “Bag in Box”. A common thing in Cider, but not so in beer.

The day that delivery (above) arrived, I danced like a fool. Pictish “Brewers Gold”. It felt (and tasted) like a dream. A classic session pale. And that night I slaked a month long thirst on one of my favourite beers. Nectar.

With breweries increasingly bottling & canning, actually BREWING again, it felt like Spring was on the way. OK, maybe not the end of this social winter, but the blizzards were now reduced to flurries.

There is an increasing feeling of positivity. That there is a light to reach out to. That survival isn’t just possible, but a realistic prospect for many, certainly in the area I call home.

And in my area, there are three businesses that I want to applaud. Three businesses that not only haven’t given up, but have maintained. And reached out to others. Helping. Sharing. Lifted.

Marble. In particular, the owner, Jan Rogers. In those incredibly dark early days, the reaching out on social media work advice on how to deal with “The Man”. With HMRC and other arms of Government. Advice on how to deal, entitlements, that all wasn’t lost. Brava.

Jason & Jules Bailey at GRUB. For keeping going. For advice. Help to small businesses. Small street food vendors might just get through this because of these two. For delivering draught beer and food across the area. And the most lovely Chicken Katsu from Sutikku..

Last – and buy no means least – Cloudwater. For being quick to reach out to smaller local breweries and availing them of the use of their well established and successful Web sales facility. That’s collaboration. And Mancunian.

Stay safe. Shop (and drink) independent. Shop local.

Be kind to one another. Jx

By BeersManchester • Uncategorized • 0

Apr 12 2020

Reminiscing. A Mid 80s Pub Crawl – Rochdale Road.

Like most people I know, I started drinking underage.

Memories of nursing two halves of Guinness, aged 14, at a Joy Division gig (08/04/1980 at Derby Hall, Bury), a sneaky (and squeakily ordered) half of Carlsberg at The Apsley Cottage pre my first ever gig (Damned, October 1979, Machine Gun Etiquette tour)

I have some very clear memories of my Real Ale adolescence too. They involved  guys I first met in a god forsaken prefab in Trafford Park. And those work colleagues introduced me to places I’d otherwise never have found (John Fishwick RIP – I owe that man),or have taken years to discover.

So we start with my first Xmas do. In 1984. The beer – and pub – landscape would be unrecognisable to most now. Beer in Manchester City centre was mostly Wilson, Tetley’s, Robinson’s, Marstons, some Boddingtons and – bizarrely, given the brewery location – no Holts. In short, variety was in short supply.

(Wikimedia Commons)

We started in The Hare & Hounds on Shudehill, a pub that – physically – has barely changed a paint flake. And it’s all the better for it. I adore the fact that I can drink in a pub first opened in the 1770s. Back then, it was a Tetley pub. In fact, it wasn’t that long ago that the ‘Huntsman’ logo was still on the exterior wall

The pub remains beautiful, with the most exquisite tile work across the bar area and the front room. The pub had – and almost uniquely in the city centre, still has – the feel of a “Local”. Back then, on that Friday evening, 35 years ago, it was rammed with people guzzling Tetley Bitter and Mild.

We moved on. To a Manchester landmark – but back then, it was “another pub” – The Marble Arch. It felt like a long walk up Rochdale Road, but in reality it’s less than 300 yards. There was no brewery back then (we were 10 years or so away from that historic installation). It sounds like heresy to say this, but – at that point – it was “just another pub”. Albeit, one that had recently been turned into a “freehouse”. At that time, “The Arch” was yet to bury her claws into my consciousness. The next pub was one that claimed an early place in my heart.

The Harp & Shamrock was one of the smallest pubs in Manchester. It was legendarily “tucked away” in the (then) warehouse district – what have since become luxury apartments. It was tiny, with two rooms (both ‘petit’) with the main bar in the room to the left, which, whilst itself small, still managed to accommodate a well used dart board. It was a Marstons pub. And that thing about being ‘tucked away’ meant that it didn’t get much attention when it stayed serving “after hours”.

Image borrowed from the mighty “Pubs of Manchester” blog.

The Harp & Shamrock was my first real “pub crush”. These days it would be regarded as a Micro Pub, given its size. It was always friendly, the beer was always excellent (Marstons almost qualified as “exotica” in those days). Later on, the pub was bought and renamed “The Pot of Beer”. It became locally known for its Polish bar menu – the food was ace. We’d travel as a team at lunchtime from Old Trafford to sample its delights.

I loved that place. Now long closed – the building, strangely (given the surrounding development of the Angel Meadow area) still remains functioning – the building is a bit of a fantasy of mine. Just give me an 8 figure lottery win and I’d get that pub back….

(Google Maps)

From there – and it had been a long day / evening – we were nearing the end. And, fortunately, it was a short walk along New Mount Street, left onto Ludgate Street then right onto Dyche Street to a pub that has gone through some changes in the intervening years – including two name changes. You’ll now know it as The Angel. But back then, it was The Weavers Arms.

Nicked from a group on Pinterest

According to the exceptional “Manchesterhistory.net” website, this pub has been called “The Weavers” since – at least – the 1850s

Manchesterhistory.net (previously used on “Historical Pub Crawl 5” Post)

Before it’s “transformation” into the freehouse that was “The Beerhouse” (where it was created as an open plan pub, the Weavers was (technically) 3 roomed, with a small “Snug” type room at the rear, with a larger room to the front with an upstairs performance space. (On that night, the legendary Manchester Bluesman Victor Brox was playing upstairs)

We went in the Snug, which – despite its size – managed to accommodate a pool table (a rarity in the City Centre). That pool table ended up covering a “tired and emotional” colleague before we finished……

The Weavers was a straight up Tetley pub, bustling with Friday night custom and an excellent pint of Tetley Bitter. Pool was played – no doubt unsteadily – beer was further consumed and the evening, for me at least, ended here.

For me, I preferred the pub as The Weavers. But then, I love multi – roomed pubs. Yes, it had the “Robert Owen Brown” years of gastro pubbery as The Angel and the pub feels run down and an almost “awaiting an offer from developers” kind of feel, but that’s “progress”

This post is a bit of a love letter to people who’ll never read it. My first colleagues in the Civil Service. They introduced me to now long gone pubs like The Castle & Falcon, The Coach & Horses, The White House, places I may never have experienced if it wasn’t for Hig, Fish & Co.

I owe those fellas. Johnny Fish passed away a few years back (I only heard after the event) and the last time I saw Hig was wobbly at the bar of The Marble Arch about 6 or 7 years ago.

These fellas were my educators, both in work and in beer. And – like I said – I owe a debt.

And yes. Even after only a month, I miss pubs. I’ll be raising a glass, virtually, with friends, tonight. But it’s not the same. Back soon. Stay safe. Jx

By BeersManchester • Uncategorized • 5

Mar 6 2020

Do Unto Others….

This morning (this was originally drafted in June 2019), I read a post by Jonny Garrett in Good Beer Hunting. Now this isn’t a magazine I read regularly. But the title of the post dragged me in.

“Credit Where Credit Is Due”

The opening line was almost apocalyptic.

“The British craft beer industry is a β€œhouse of cards” built on crippling levels of debt,”

Think about that.

One of the things I remember most clearly from my early days of blogging – and being lucky enough to talk with brewers – were their key concerns.

Chief amongst them was Payment. Closely followed by the return of hardware, namely casks & kegs.

Early on in the (ludicrous word) “planning” of the first Independent Salford Beer Festival, the two things I promised brewers were payment within a week of banking the receipts and the availability of their casks (the first two years being cask only).

Treating people right isn’t rocket science. It’s simply common decency.

A long time ago, I worked for Customs & Excise. I enforced VAT debts. I was the guy who would turn up in pubs, cast my eye over the fixtures and fittings and politely – yet firmly – advise the publican as to the small amount that they would fetch at auction. And the consequences of non payment.

(Removal and sale of all owned fixtures and fittings. Followed by court to recover the rest of the outstanding debt)

I didn’t sympathise. I’d already explored other ways to sort the debt. I was doing them a favour. These were cash businesses. Badly run, or (for some reason or other) simply not working. And I (for my employer) was simply being humane.

Now. There’s the thing. Pubs ARE cash businesses. Speaking as an outsider, I understand “business”, but what kind of business – and reputation – are you going to have, if you repeatedly don’t (or delay to) pay your suppliers?

Word gets about.

I remember a conversation with a local brewery owner, about outstanding debts. And how all the payments owed would pay for ongoing expansion. Rather than finance.

And it’s not just that. Many people depend on these breweries, staff wages, suppliers, they all need paying. People’s livelihoods. Many of those are friends.

I look around bars in Mcr – my obvious reference point – and see Freehouse bars with no local beer on. Having seen some previously. And get to thinking “non / late payers?”

This post was going to remain in the “draft” folder. Until I saw this….

I am a supporter of independent breweries that make quality beer. I demonstrate this personally both in my purchases across a bar and in the event that I organise (The Independent Salford Beer Festival).

As a personal customer, I pay across the bar. As an event customer – this year – all suppliers were paid within 5 days of the end of the event. This is how you gain respect from your suppliers. Quite simply put…

You pay them. On time.

It really won’t take long for suppliers to stop supplying if they don’t get paid.

I’ve heard all the stories from Brewers about chasing tails. For overdue payment. Amounts like Β£500 may not seem like much in a business sense, but, for small breweries, amounts like this not being paid are critical.

It just takes two or three amounts like this being owed to send a small business (like a brewery) under.

Companies like Jolly Good Beer do fabulous stuff. I’ve seen the assistance they – in particular – have given to bars in terms of installations with “direct draw” (the set up at Stoneworks in Peterborough is ACE!) They shouldn’t be needing to put out messages like this

I’m not religious. I’m certainly no biblical scholar. But there is something about the phrase “Do Unto Others as You Would Have Them Do Unto You” that I’ve always tried to live by. In all respects.

You get what you give.

Yes. I get that there are others to pay.

Yes, I get that “the VAT man is a right bastard”.

I WAS that right bastard.

But, you know, like I said, it’s a cash business.

Do Unto Others, eh?

(and don’t get me started about casks……)

Until next time.

Be kind to one another.

Jx

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Feb 27 2020

Edinburgh – It’s Been Too Long

I’ve been wracking my brain. I’ve been trying to figure out the span of years between this and my previous visit to Edinburgh, the most beautiful of the cities of these islands. And I have an actual date.

June 8th. 1985. Almost 35 years ago.

Shame on me.

But Edinburgh had its revenge. We travelled up on the weekend of Storm Dennis.

But not even the wind and rain could put this beautiful city in the shade. It shines whatever.

We (myself and TLO) travelled up on Valentines Day – not down to planning on my part – to be met at Waverley Station by Jock (more later) and Steve who guided us to our lovely Air BnB.

Not long afterwards, walkies. This was a a short stay. And there were bars and pubs to visit….

Six Degrees N. (24, Howe Street, EH3 6TG)

Just a six or seven minute walk from the apartment, we found ourselves here. An early peak.

Have enjoyed each beer I’ve had from this Aberdeen based brewery. Met some of the team at Leeds International a few years back and immediately asked them for a beer for #ISBF3. Delicious.

We stayed here for quite a bit. It was that good a place. Exceptional in fact.

Long main bar room (I think there was an upstairs – or downstairs – that we didn’t explore) clean furnishings, 30 lines minimum. With both a large chunk of their own beer augmented by some excellent guests.

And some ace artwork….

That said, I had nothing but 6 Degrees beer. All excellent. A delicious crisp Pilsner and what may have been my beer of the weekend. Hop Harvest. A massively hopped Wet Hop beer, Belgian esters, but beautifully fruity and bitter.

In the most beautiful glassware. Because, well, Audrey Hepburn…

I could have (danced) stayed all night (if you don’t love “My Fair Lady” you have no soul …..), but we had to explore. And we had a bit of a walk to do…

The Oxford Bar (8, Young Street, EH2 4JB)

Fans of Ian Rankin’s “Inspector Rebus” novels will recognise this pub. I’m a fan. And I was desperate to visit this pub.

It didn’t disappoint. It’s a classic boozer.

Atmospheric. Two rooms. The bar felt homely, like a parlour.

The beer was more than decent too. We just missed the Jarl by Fyne, but the Harveistoun “Bitter & Twisted” was a fine (no pun intended – funnies aren’t my style…..) substitute. I’d forgotten what a solid pint it was.

That thing where you just feel privileged. At the same time as just….. snug. The place felt like an immaculately maintained time capsule. A stunning pub. Of a kind that no longer exists in Manchester.

If a “pub crush” were a thing. I’m smitten.

Real fire, friendly bar staff, good beer. Friends.

What else do you want? A walk….. From Young Street, right onto Castle Street and a right onto Rose Street.

Fierce Bar (167, Rose Street, EH2 4LS)

I like purple. So that was a good start. (Did I mention that I’m dyeing my hair purple before #ISBF7?)

The shock here was the size. This place it wee. But packed quite a few beer lines into that small space!

I make that 20 lines.

Like I said, quite tiny Micro Tap, but plenty seating for the size and certainly some exceptional quality beer to go at.

I’ve had a bit of a Pilsner thing going on at the moment and was curious if theirs was as good as the one I’d had in 6 Degrees earlier. It was. Light, crisp, fresh. Lovely.

A Kernel Foeder Beer cemented the fact that this bar was most certainly worth the walk.

It was Kernel. Therefore delicious. Is all.

The stop here was brief, it had been a long day travelling etc. And the aim was to get back to Fierce. Sadly we didn’t….. πŸ˜ͺ

Next morning dawned windswept and brisk.

Down to some fabulous research by the reliably smart Karkli Sherpa, we had a little cafe lined up for a substantial breakfast. The jackpot was hit when it became apparent that the location was no accident.

It was – quite literally – feet away from two of the most beautiful pubs I’ve been to.

Cafe Royal (19, W Register Street, EH3 2AA)

Breath. Taking.

Simply stunning. They could have served me infected swill and it would have been drunk gladly. I was just awestruck.

A huge, beautiful room, wrapped around a central circular bar. There may have been another room, but I was too busy with the architectural eye candy.

The beer was decent, if unremarkable, but to miss this most gorgeous edifice would have been nothing short of a sensory crime.

It was a quick (and, being fair, decent pint) before a sharp exit all of 2 yards. Yes. You read that right.

The Guildford Arms (1, W Register Street, EH2 2AA)

And another classical beauty.

Tom Ray (Mourne Mountains Brewery) was over meeting some of his fellow Heriot Watt alumni and it was lovely to bump into him.

And this.

Simply, another stunning pub. Rightly subject of several recommendations to visit.

Beautiful room wrapped around the bar with further space at the far end (reserved for eating on this Saturday lunch) and that intriguing balcony area.

The Jarl matched the surroundings. Beautiful, refreshing and loaded with Nelson Sauvin. One of the great Session Pales.

Again, just the one in here, it would have been so easy to spend hours drinking in all the beautiful detail and decor.

We had a bus to catch just around the corner in Princes Street. The Number 1 I’m told.

To Leith.

Stewart Brewing Dockside Tap (38 Bernard Street, Leith, EH6 6PR)

I freely admit, I did no planning for this trip. I placed myself in the hands of others for this weekend. And it turned out alright indeed. This one – with its walk from the bus stop – was down to John.

Another tiny place – almost a Pico pub – which opened up to the rear with a second room which was quite quirky (in a good way). There’s something I’ve always loved about Dockside places. Call it a “professional interest”.

10 beer lines with a varied selection from big to small. For me, a tasty hoppy pale. An excellent Grisette was had too. This certainly wasn’t the kind of boozer near docks from back in the day!

Friendly little place this, with a warm welcome that crams a lot into its small space. Well worth the visit.

Now, another walk…….

Campervan Brewery Taproom (Bonnington Business Centre, 112, Jane Street, EH6 5HG)

Until Friday evening, I don’t think I’d heard of Campervan. Then I tried a Sour at 6 Degrees. And was impressed.

They’d done a lot of tidying….

I fell hard for this place. The little touches, the details, were everywhere…..

Had a few in here. The Leith Pils was delicious. Refreshing and crisp, it hit the spot after the walk from the Dockside. The “Leith Juice” and the IPA were both impressive too.

Judging by the noises from my band of friends, they were impressed too.

Plenty of seating. The tunes in the background were ace. A superb brewtap setup all round.

With Pilot close by too, as well as Stewart, Leith has got something in the water.

You’ll certainly be seeing more of Campervan….

Walkies…… (left along Bonnington Rd and right onto Anderson Place – continuing onto S Fort Street) we end up at….

Dreadnought (72, N Fort Street, Leith, EH6 4HL)

With views of Leith Docks, this place was ticking my boxes from the get go. But walking in sealed it.

Brilliant and friendly service, funny too (had some fun with our Mr Joyce!), the beer was excellent too with an exceptional Pilot Mochaccino Stout. With exceptional cask from the likes of Brass Castle (there’s a family connection apparently!), Cromarty and Marble allied to the keg selection, this warm and quirky single room bar attracted the glitterati…

The bar snacks attracted some Canine attention too…

Loved the mini keg bar too….

It’s a lovely little place this, a belting micro pub. It just feels right. Justly popular with a wide age demographic, this place was another high point amongst high points.

A peach.

In the words of the hallowed Clare Grogan “Love to stay…….”, but the gravity of the big city drew us back….

The Hanging Bat (133, Lothian Road, EH3 9AB)

Don’t shoot me, but I think that the 16 bus took its almost to the door all the way from Leith….

The evening was for the Old Town. The Hanging Bat being an unknown quantity for me, having never visited.

With an elevated mezzanine section facing the bar, we found spots to sit and chow. (An excellent Smoked Beef Stew)

Justly popular bar. Was nice to see up to 6 cask lines alongside the exceptional keg list (Tiny Rebel launch taking over a number).

Comfortably busy, we found seats in different areas and snaffled some food and beer – in my case, a rather lovely Fyne DDH Pale.

Concentrating far too much on filling my groaning belly, pictures were at a premium here.

Modern without being stark, coming back here would be no hardship, but we were looking for something more “Old Town” at this stage. And – following a roughly 7 minute walk – were soon to find it.

The Bow Bar (80 West Bow, EH1 2HH)

Ahhhh…….

Busy, but again, not uncomfortably so. Isn’t this how we want pubs to be?

A range of beers to try, I went for a very tasty “Odyssey” from Fallen Brewing and settled in to this single roomed beauty that looks hundreds of years old, but seems to have been open since 1987!

Having not had a beer in Scotland for the previous 30 or so years, it was nice to see beer served via the traditional Scottish Air Pressure fonts.

Indeed, the last dedicated bar it would seem! These were certainly more common last time I came – a generation ago…..

It’s all too easy to go into bars and pubs in a Capital City like Edinburgh and rarely hear a local sounding voice. This was Scottish. From the moment I walked in it felt almost like a local, maybe it is. And that appeals to my soul.

For all that it’s only 30 odd years old, this felt “lived in”, used. And all the better for it. A thorough recommendation.

And with transport options next door….

The final stop – for some of us – came next. And handily took us back down – and I MEAN down – towards Waverley Station and Princes Street

The Halfway House (24, Fleshmarket Close, EH1 1BX)

You get an idea of the descent from The Old Town towards the New.

Described as “a compact local”. Succinct. And accurate. A tiny single roomed place which packs a lot into a small space.

3 cask beers here, with the keg offering best described as “traditional” with a simply magnificent font head for the Tennants Lager

By this time, it was late, my head was fuzzy.. I had a nice Stout. And noticed that they did some interesting food. Hell knows where, this place is tiny!

We retreated back to the accommodation. To contemplate the possibility of not actually getting home in the morning. I may have cracked open a bottle….

However, despite Storm Dennis doing his worst, we made it (although Steve had a “fun” journey back to Sheffield!).

Edinburgh. We scratched your surface. It was a highly enjoyable scratch. It is safe to say that you have some simply stunning pubs and exceptional modern bars.

More importantly, we did it with friends. And shared an exceptional weekend.. Thank you Steve, Jock (“Are you taking the piss”?), Caroline & John. Loved every minute.

Will we be back? Oh hell yes. Like I said, we merely scratched the surface. And I get the strong impression there is an awful lot more to discover.

It may not be blessed with trillions of breweries, but it really is one hell of a beer city. Go try it yourselves!

By BeersManchester • Uncategorized •

Feb 25 2020

“… Feet On The Ground, Head In The Sky…”

“Well the first thing I want to say is, Mandate My Ass…..”

The original “Beers Manchester” website started off as a blog about beers. In Manchester. A Ronseal Tin of a thing. But – as I’ve said on many occasions – my first love is music.

No. Fear not. There’s no chance of me ever playing an instrument. I’ve got all the coordination of a baby giraffe. The brain imagines sounds that the hands can’t create. But music is my drug (as I recently told Occupational Health).

Other than “Back Home” by the England 1970 World Cup squad, the first song that grabbed me was *gulps* “White Horses” by Pinky & Perky (look ’em up You Tubers!)

My first bought records were (in the same purchase) “What A Waste” by Ian Dury, “Jocko Homo” by Devo & “I Don’t Wanna Go To Chelsea” by Elvis Costello & The Attractions. I’m quietly proud of those. As I am of my first album, “Modern Music” by Be Bop Deluxe (an enduring musical passion)

“Well the way that we’re living, is all take and no giving. And there’s not much to believe in.

The loudest mouth will hail the new found way, to be king for a day…”

I’m in my 6th decade of music collection and – it’s fair to say – I’ve forgotten a lot of what I own.

I’m handicapped, in that I own neither a turntable nor a cassette deck. So can’t play a sizeable chunk of my hoard. I grab these albums or songs in retrospect on MP3 wherever I can, but still – even with CDs, I’ve no concept of my musical wealth.

But Phil helped.

Philip Wakerley was – and that past tense still hurts – one of the most genuine, gentle, loving and wise individuals you could ever meet. Possessing of a fierce intelligence and a ceaselessly enquiring mind, he almost single handedly reawakened my love of Northern Soul music. An avowed atheist, we fought a battle with our local priest to have him as Ciaran’s “godfather”. And – for a “lover, not a fighter”, he was in truth much closer to Vito Corleone than any Pope.

“… I heard they had a problem with some skinheads, at a show in a machine shop in Pomona…”

There are a thousand and one things that I have that I thank Phil for. Not the least of which is…..

He reconnected me with my music collection. How so?

He always wanted something new to listen to. So, one day, he asked me to burn him a CD. I still recall the joyous look when he first heard “Daft Punk Is Playing At My House” by LCD Soundsystem….

Then he set me a task. A challenge. In giving me a theme for a CD. Something about each song needed to fit that theme. And he was (in his own words) a right bastard about that.

Some were difficult, “Lancashire” in particular…. But they were always a joy to make. And the brilliant side effect was that it reconnected me to what I owned. I’d search iTunes for a keyword and be amazed at what flashed up.

“Since I was very young I realised, I never wanted to be human sized….”

When Phil left us, I was asked by his children to record a playlist for his celebration. I’ve rarely felt so honoured. I still remember the riotous dancing to “Fiesta” by The Pogues, in many ways, he WAS “Francisco Vasquez Garcia”, he loved a brandy and a Half Corona did Phil…..

Anyway. After his celebration, I vowed that I’d continue recording “mixtapes”. In his memory. Then I stumbled on this….

Mixcloud.

The lovely Murph showed me an app/programme called “Virtual DJ” to record with. I flew into my CD collection, copying everything I could onto my hard drive. I ran out of space. So bought a new laptop. I was hooked.

Most of these playlists have been for myself. To lift my mood or just to “crate dig” and put something together that’s different from the lazy listening I had sunk into.

Recently, I’ve got back into “themes”. It’s like being with Phil all over again.

So here’s one. I won’t put these on the blog ordinarily, but I just got all emotional. And wanted to tip my heart and hat to Phil. He loved some weird shite, but shit do I miss him.

Here you go. (Tracklist posted as a comment if requested.

“Arrogance” – For Steve. (Feel free to try your luck with a theme. I might even try! Next one is “Communication” – For Jan)

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Jan 19 2020

The Vultures Are Circling – The Spreading of the Propaganda

(This is a draft that has been sat in my folder for a while. And I wanted to get rid. Because it’s a metaphorical splinter in my heel)

For me, this was the first (and at the time – hopefully – the last) example of an attempt to manipulate the discourse of the debate on Small Brewers Duty Relief. By the Small Brewers Duty Relief Coalition (henceforth SBDRC).

That cosy and mendacious coagulation of self – interested large breweries who want to line their own pockets at the expense of their smaller kin.

The above motion – rightly rejected by the 2018 CAMRA AGM – was drafted and proposed by a self-confessed admirer of family brewers and their traditional outlook on beer. He wasn’t a fan of Micros, it’s fair to say that about Brian Sheriden. As you can see….

SBDRC Motion 8 snip

If you want to see what “undercutting in the cask ale market” looks like, try Wetherspoon. A chain within which there are no lack of SBDRC member produced beers.

But. Just when you thought you were safe to think progressive thoughts…… We get this.

Now then. Curmudgeon is an opinion piece column that features in the Stockport and South Manchester CAMRA magazine “Opening Times”. And let me be clear, I am a fan of Opening Times. It’s an excellent read. Its editor likes to have a sense of balance – which is completely laudable.

But – after an amnesia inducing amount of beer the evening before – my goat was well and truly “got”. My piss was boiled. To put it mildly.

I ranted. Like you do.

And the editor – fair minded as he is – invited reply. So I did. And he published it…

And I was reasonable. And restrained of vernacular. But THIS is my space. And I can vent.

What I say on these virtual pages are MY words. I own them. For good or ill.

What boiled my piss was the apparent “cut and paste” nature of the comments in this piece above.

Cut and pasted from documents and statements vomited by the SBDRC themselves. And – in particular – Rupert Thompson, Co-chairman.

Let’s dissect…..

“The Squeezed Middle” (Predictive text remembered….)

A trope repeatedly peddled by the SBDRC to gain sympathy for their “plight”. They compare themselves with this phrase to the international behemoths that they are ACTUALLY in bed with in the British Beer and Pubs Association (henceforth BBPA). Think Heineken.

They’re NOT “The Squeezed Middle”. They are a coagulation of Britain’s largest breweries. Let’s get this straight.

Don’t forget, not long before they sold to Asahi, Fullers themselves swallowed Dark Star. The only UK brewery to make such a purchase… NOT the sign of a company on its uppers…..

“….however, as with many such well intentioned measures……it has had unintended consequences” (the words that I have italicised are the ones that hooked me in….)

SBDRC Letter Snip 2

(I’ll let you make your own mind up about THIS lift – from a letter from Rupert Thompson – co-Chair SBDRC to Philip Hammond MP, the then Chancellor of the Exchequer)

“Progressive Beer Duty was introduced by Gordon Brown………… to stimulate the number of small breweries…..”

SBDRC Letter Snip 1

(I’ll let you make your own mind up about THIS lift too – from the same letter from Rupert Thompson – co-Chair SBDRC to Philip Hammond MP, the then Chancellor of the Exchequer)

It wasn’t. It WAS introduced to enable small brewers to compete – price wise – with the likes of Fullers who could utilise their purchasing power and economies of scale and still beer at a lower price than Micros could.

And this worked. So well that it had the side effect of encouraging more people to set up small breweries. Resulting in the number that we have now. A number celebrated by all. Except the SBDRC, BBPA & IFBB (“Independent” Family Brewers of Britain)

Who are – almost all – members of each of those 3 bodies (with – in the BBPA – the addition of Heineken and the major Pubcos)

“In practice, some of the small brewers have used the duty relief not to bolster the finances of their business, but to sell beer more cheaply…..putting the “established” brewers at a severe price disadvantage.”

Jesus may weep for the SBDRC. But I won’t.

Firstly. To “sell beer more cheaply” (read “compete”) was the POINT of the original legislation. The above phrase is merely a matter of dark spin. What the SBDRC and their propagandists are most excellent at spouting.

Not that I’d call “Curmudgeon” a “corporate shill”. I’m not clever enough for such phraseology.

(Just for the record, that WASN’T written by me! I don’t hide)

“Curmudgeon” posts his columns on his blog (or the reverse into OT – I can never quite tell the order). I do read his OT column occasionally and – like the rest of OT – his columns are occasionally provocative, mostly personal to him and sometimes make unarguable points.

However, when you appear to spout the rhetoric of the SBDRC, appearing to quote (almost verbatim) their slanted mendacity, you are open to challenge. I don’t know what a “Corporate Shill” is. But I’ll check my dictionary. And if I’m right, I’l be only too happy to arrange a cap fitting session.

JC

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Jan 16 2020

2020 – The Year of Living Dangerously

“When you wake up, it’s not the first thing that you want to know.

Can you still count all of the reasons that you’re not alone?”

β€œCharcoal Baby” – Blood Orange

On 20th April, I turn 55. Now to many, that may not seem like a momentous event. The reality is, that it’s just another year. And it is.

But not if you are a Civil Servant.

You see, under current rules (until Demonic Cummings has his evil way), 55 years old is the earliest that a Civil Servant can “retire”.

I used to love my job. Felt that it/I made “a difference”. But – for the last three years – it has felt like a treadmill. One from which I need to disembark.

I feel quite strange. I’ve never had a plan in life. I’ve merely stumbled from event to event. Birth, school, (via a modicum of intelligence) Grammar School, work, social…..

Since Fionn, there’s been a hole. I have come to terms with the fact that nothing can fill that void. And that that void is now part of who I am. I have almost learned to live with that, it’s what “survivors” do. I’ve talked about “the mask” and “emotional make-up” enough not to feel the need to do so again.

As I said, nothing can fill that void. But some things can “take the edge off”, make that precipice less harsh, less rough. ISBF is part of that for me and – as explained here – has been used as a salve on the wound in the past. But it isn’t a cure. It’s a stimulant, adrenaline, best taken in small doses.

There needs to be something else. Something more substantial.

So we come back to “work”.

A number of things have helped me through the last few years. Friends, family, the beer “community”, but it is the need to be occupied daily that I only understood when I returned to the job in February 2017. The love (and I really DID love my job) had gone. To be replaced by a strange dependancy.

Yes, on the “occupation”, my brain being “occupied”, but also on the people I work with. For all the typical “Cat v Dog” stuff that office relationships can be, I – in the truest of senses – love this duo. But, on returning, I knew that these daily interactions were finite.

One left last July. And looks like a new man. The other is likely to leave this year.

My thoughts started to crystallise at the point that I realised that.

So. The point. The “plan”.

It’s possibly incredibly stupid. But it FEELS sane. And I’ll take that.

If one or two other dominoes fall into place, on 31st October 2020, I will wave goodbye to the Civil Service.

Initially, I’ll be busy enough with #ISBF7, only 12 days away at that point. But – longer term – the aim is to see if there is something I can do in this here beer industry. Something to pour my heart and soul into. Something to believe in.

After years on a treadmill, that would be lovely.

That could be anything. Bar work, admin, sales, publicity, odd-jobs, anything. Hell, if the worst comes to the worst, I’ll look for a job stacking shelves locally.

Work is a diversion. But the sweeter the diversion, the better.

This is a risk. Of that I am in no doubt. But that counting down is such a sweet, sweet sound.

That first session at #ISBF7 will be special. It will be the 7th iteration of my little bit of fun. It will be Caelan’s first birthday. And I’ll be off the treadmill.

And that’s something to look forward to. For me, at any rate!

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Jan 13 2020

Apple Venus – Manchester Cider Club : Ross Cider

β€œI had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil.
I had a dream where the car is reduced to a fossil.
Take a packet of seeds, take yourself out to play,
I wanna see a river of orchids where we had a motorway.”

“River of Orchids” – XTC

Elsewhere, I have written about a chance meeting I had in December 2018 with two people at Torrside Brewery. A brief conversation revealing that they were usually Cider drinkers, but came to #ISBF5 and drank Saisons and Sours thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Now then, I’m a bit slow. So it was only on the train back from New Mills that I realised who I’d been talking to. Mancunian Cider Royalty. Dick Withecombe and his partner Cath Potter (henceforth, my Apple Venus of the title).

We met on a number of occasions leading up to #ISBF6. And they took on the creation of an exceptional Cider bar and bottle list. So good, that a number of beer drinkers that travelled up couldn’t tear themselves away.

Prior to that, we talked. They shared samples from their “cellar” with me and won me over to the charms of Pomona, the Roman orchard Goddess.

I started occasionally ordering a bottle of Ross, Little Pomona or Oliver’s Cider when I’d walk in a pub. For lovers of tart and sour beers, the interface was obvious. And led to directly to a tasting event at #ISBF6.

Anyway, I digress.

The Arch Nemesis messaged me. There was a Manchester Cider Club meeting. Showcasing Ross Cider. “Do you want a ticket? I’ve bought a spare, just in case…”

With a bloody stump where his hand had previously been, I had myself a ticket….

I’m a fan.

Myself and Jaz had been down to the vast Orchards and smaller Cidery of Ross Cider in September to blend a special for #ISBF6. My liquid highlight of 2019.

Due almost entirely to the efforts of Dick and Cath, quality Cider has been appearing in some of the best shops and bars of Greater Manchester. And nowhere highlights great Cider better than the venue on Thursday, The Crown & Kettle.

Just prior to the event, I was politely ambushed by Mr Withecombe and asked if I’d like to introduce Albert (Johnson – Ross Cider). With Albert being such a lovely fella (our host for the Blending and a thoroughly bad influence…. πŸ˜‰) that was a joy.

Following my stumbling intro, Albert revealed some nerves about the unveiling of the first keg-conditioned Ciders from Ross. He needn’t have worried….

Taking us through the draught Ciders one by one, Albert talked around the history of Ross Cider, how the orchards originally supplied the mighty Bulmers, but how, following the Heineken Takeover of the Hereford cider maker, they no longer required apples from these Peterstow orchards. And the decision to make Cider and Perry themselves.

And the decision to make Cider and Perry with minimal intervention. No chemicals or pesticides.

On to the first drink. Dabinett (like the other Ciders, a single varietal Cider)

(All Cider pictures shamelessly stolen from @The_Lady_Sybil)

A “bittersweet” apple. With a fullish body (at 7.8% abv), this was possible the ideal starting point for this fruity adventure. Slight sweetness with a gentle tannic bitterness in the finish.

Utterly delicious. So much so that I introduced a number of colleagues to its joys the next day. And they completely agreed.

Next up. My appley siren call. Foxwhelp.

Slightly sherberty aroma masking the lovely tartness. If you like sour beers, really sour beers and aren’t sure about cider, get this in your face.

Bloody lovely, cheek-puckering stuff. My personal favourite cider apple.

Next up was Yarlington Mill. Deeper gold – almost amber – in colour, softer. Fruitier and less “challenging” than foxwhelp, but then…..

Exceptionally easy drinking. And (like many Ciders) deceptively so at 6.3% abv!

The final draught cider was

Somerset Redstreak.

One of the older recorded varieties of cider apple (dating around early 17th century), according to sources, Cider made from these apples commanded a very high price (“as high as the best imported wine”)

This was again a bittersweet, deep golden, fruity, with lovely soft tannic dryness. Again, FAR too easy to drink.

Albert need not have worried about the carbonation with the keg-conditioning. It was spot on. The Ciders were SO easy to drink with the carbonation on the gentle – rather than assertive – side.

Then came single varietals in bottle.

Ashton Bitter, Court Royal & Dymock Red

Codename Dabingnac

Ashton Brown Jersey

Three unreleased bottles. All superb – I’m getting to like Cider and have (in so many ways) liked them too much this particular evening – with a marginal preference for the Codename Dabingnac with its enhanced complexity from the Armagnac barrel.

Albert, as ever (having spent an afternoon to beyond midnight, previously, drinking with him) was witty, informative and – understandably – nervous with these new releases in new format. But there was no need.

Forget Cider. These were just exceptional drinks. Drinks that are helping to slowly shift me towards the apple from the barley.

As is Manchester Cider Club. The event has grown from the tiny back room in the Crown & Kettle to having to occupy (and increasingly fill) the main bar area. A testament to the charm of the event. And the passion for all things Apple & Pear of its organisers.

If you are interested in learning more about events ft the best in low intervention Cider and Perry, I’d follow them on Twitter (hyperlink in previous paragraph) and keep careful watch. Because these tickets fly fast.

I’ll certainly be back.

Cath and Dick are also instrumental in the changed (and improved) Cider offer at the Manchester Beer & Cider Festival. If you’re there, go say hello! You might learn what I did.

That Cider has changed. For the better.

(Big thanks to Charlie and Dick for the photos – and to Albert for coming all the way from Peterstow and bringing GOODIES!)

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Dec 26 2019

Golden Pints 2019

When Boak & Bailey (from whom this lovely image is shamelessly stolen) publish one, you know that “Golden Pints” are still a thing.

This blog tends to go into an autumnal hibernation period around each ISBF and needs something to apply the defibrillators. Golden Pints are that excuse.

I shall retreat to the format of 2018 to give this some structure. (And again, split Best Brewery into 3 sub-categories)

Best Keg Brewery – Runaway Brewery

It never ceases to astonish me quite how much Runaway seem to fly below the radar. Even in Manchester.

Yes Manchester is a bit of a destination these days with any number of brewtaps open at weekends displaying excellent wares. But the beers brewed by Mark Welsby and his team just hit the required “mark”. Each and every time.

And Mark is a lovely human.

Best Cask Brewery – North Riding

If – as I firmly do – believe that the best Cask Conditioned beer is brewed in the North of England, that narrows the field.

Then it comes down to consistency of excellence. And specialising in the product. There are a number of breweries whose Cask Conditioned beer has been little short of exceptional. Marble, Five Towns, Brewsmith, Thirst Class, Neptune, Bad Seed. But ultimately, it comes down to a simple judgement.

And that is that North Riding Brewery of Snainton nr Scarborough brews simply the best Cask Conditioned beer in the UK.

They get rave reviews on various fora for their dark beers. And my heart is indeed dark. But the Session Pale adds simply outstanding. And their Mosaic Pale rules. Simply rules.

Best Overall Brewery – Marble / Torrside

This is – as always – based on which breweries beers have I drunk most.

And – this year – I’ve drunk a lot of beer in The Marble Arch. Marble beer. And the level of excellence has never dropped. Every beer. Be in bottle, can, cask or keg.

Outside of Marble, I seem to drink an awful lot of Torrside. Again, the consistency of excellence. From Mild to Monsters Session Pales to Smoked IPA. Just…. WOW.

I judged a homebrew competition where Chris, Nick & Peter entered separately. Their beers were exceptional then. Then combine the three. And it’s no surprise that their reputation for excellence is growing and spreading.

And rightly so.

Best Beer (Cask) – Five Towns : DJ (I Am What I Play) (Brewed for #ISBF6)

I don’t get to drink much at ISBF. That comes with the territory of being the Organiser. But this year, I managed to get the “afterparty” back, on the Sunday. And I could let loose.

And I got myself some of this big Black Forest Gateau of a beer. And it blew me away. Intense chocolate and cherry flavour with a big roasty backbone.

Yes. I had the smallest of hands in making it. But this w down to Jo & Mike who had the idea. And to Malcolm for the execution.

It made a big impression. And not just on me.

Best Keg – Ampersand Brew Co : Four’s Company

Both of the “best beers” I had were at #ISBF6. And this beer couldn’t have been more up my street. 4% abv. Tart with gooseberry. Refreshing as a cold plunge.

It stunned me. But not so much that I didn’t repeat it. Repeatedly.

Need to see more of their beer up here.

Drink of the Year

Ross Cider – Ardbeg Barrel Fermented Cider (8 Yr Old)

My favourite ISBF experience. And it (inadvertently led to the best thing I’ve drunk all year.

Following extensive “sampling, we’d decided the Ciders for the blend.

Then Mike Johnson (Owner of Ross Cider) nipped upstairs in the barn. And came down with 2 pet bottles.

With carbonation that was champagne fine, a delicious smokiness and dry tannic finish.

It was astonishing. And – quite simply – the best drink I’ve had this year. A cider. This was the year that Cider hit me.

Best International Beer

Dollar Bill (Ballarat, Victoria, Australia) – Cider Barrel Aged Porter

Picture the scene. #ISBF6 set up. Wednesday. First beers hooked up were the Australian imports.

All the Pales were superb, then we got to this. And one taste later and I was pawing the ground. Like a bull about to charge.

Sweet baby Jesus was this good! It was better than that. It was the best beer I had at the event. Roasty, slight sourness, then a tannic fruitiness from that barrel.

The best beer I had all year. And it would have worked just as well on the Cider bar.

Best Beer Event – East West Fest

Small. Intimate. Friendly. Bonkers beer list. And my favourite beer weekend of the year.

We’ve booked our hotels over 4 months ago.

And people who travel to it return. Repeatedly.

Enough said.

Best Brewtap – Double Barrelled (Reading)

This was another #ISBF6 tie in.

Travelling to Reading with Malcolm (Five Towns) to brew with Andy Parker (Elusive). We went for a few “night before” beers at the magnificent Nags Head the grabbed a cab, landing in an industrial estate. And – on entering the door, my jaw dropped.

Here was a place that had been considered as much of the business as the brewery. And planned and laid out accordingly.

Exceptional beer, brewed on site. A magnet for local drinkers and a place more than worth travelling to.

Brilliant.

(Honourable mention – Tap Beneath The Trees, Rivington)

Because it’s SUCH a brilliant event.

Pub of the Year – North Riding Brewpub

All of my previous comments apply from 2018. A combination of local and “destination pub”

Some of the best kept Cask Conditioned ale in the UK. Beer brewed in the cellar (and it’s bloody lovely)

A permanent line for The Kernel.

And rooms above (if you are lucky) to sleep it off.

If I wasn’t babysitting my heart’s joy, then I’d be there on New Year’s Eve.

(Honourable Mentions – The Brink (Home), The Marble Arch & The Nags Head)

Best New Bar /Brewtap – Marble

Located just off a regular and reliable bus route (No 50 from Mcr to Media City) and a short walk from the Metrolink tram, they’ve done a fabulous job converting some brewery space into a place both to goggle at the shiny new brew kit and drink some exceptional brewery fresh beer.

And – for #ISBF7 attendees – it’s a 10 minute bus ride from almost outside the door.

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