As I sit and write this blog, while looking for inspiration, I often find my gaze drawn to my beer bookshelf. This is it (left)
I have some more of this stuff, but I'm not an obsessive. Right!
Tandleman's Random and Particular Thoughts on Beer.
American's don't do irony, or so the belief goes. They also have a different sense of humour to us Brits in lots of ways. This is a stereotype! The only exception - and there must be one to prove the rule - is my mate Jeff, who has a very British sense of humour, but then he can trace his blood back to this sceptred isle. Why am I rambling on about this? Well my pal John who does something with computer programmes for the cotton trade, was in Yankley recently. He brought me back a bottle of beer.
I was phoned a couple of weeks ago by the new manager at the Flying Horse in Rochdale. He wanted CAMRA support for an in-house beer festival in May. He also told me he intended to widen the range of beers sold.
Launceston, Cornwall - or maybe not. There is nothing on the Ring O'Bells rather exotic website to say so, but Quaffale reckons it is! This was a good, pale beer but lacked the needed hop bite that would have lifted it above ordinary.

Yesterday I had an appointment to meet my fellow beer blogger Stonch. We had agreed to meet at the Old Mitre in Hatton Garden. I noted that I would have to pass the Castle in Furnival St, which I had visited before and liked. It is a neat, large windowed free house, owned by the Red Car Pub Company. At lunchtime it was pleasantly busy, the crush being alleviated by those drinking outside due to the unseasonably warm weather. Now for a little bit of social commentary; I am always amazed that lunchtime drinking in London is as intense and popular as it is. It scarcely exists elsewhere, with puritan American work ethics wiping it out, but here is goes full tilt, with suited lads and attractive lasses, knocking it back for fun.

And there isn't the profit there used to be
In watering the workers' beerThe recent further consolidation (reduction actually) in the Independent Brewing Sector by the S&N takeover of Caledonian and the selling of Refresh UK to Marston's, indicates that the remaining big players in the cask market in the UK still see expansion as necessary. In the case of Marston's, at least for the time being, they have found a middle way of buying emerging breweries and good existing ones and keeping the breweries open. This gives the advantage of having a portfolio of "flagship brands" such as Pedigree and strong local brands which can be sent throughout the UK through their own tied houses and the free trade. As the public tend to think of the local brands as "independent" or "micro" brewed beers, this has an advantage. Over capacity is no longer such an issue as it was, though as belts tighten, watch out for a change in this policy.
When I mentioned to Graham that E and I would be in Manchester later on Saturday, we agreed to meet for a drink. Still shell shocked from our Northern Quarter experience, we agreed to meet at the Knott Bar on the other side of town. This is not a traditional pub, rather a converted railway arch where the thunder of class 158 trains overhead mingles with the conversation of the many different types that frequent it. There are comfy sofas and low chairs, traditional tables and barstools. It is a pleasant place. Scanning the bar there was two Marble beers and a new one on me from Pictish. Admiral was pale, golden, hoppy and bitter in the typical Pictish style. It was so good all three of us stuck to it, though I did finish with a pint of excellently conditioned Ginger Marble after Graham had departed.
I have meant to mention this before, but haven't got round to it. Is it just me that is fed up of fighting my way into a pub and then out of it again, through a dense clump of cigarette smokers? More than one or two of the pubs visited yesterday had this unattractive feature as well as a distinct smell of smoke within, especially near the door, presumably from the smoke drifting in. This was added to by one landlady who simply pulled open the back door, stood within the frame and smoked into the pub while continuing her conversation and blowing her smoke inside.
kham Oblivion. Now you can't get a bad Oakham beer can you? This was just awful. It was dark for a start which I wasn't expecting, had an unpleasant toilet cleaner harshness and a mess of conflicting tastes, all of them plain nasty. I was stunned. Tentatively I asked the barmaid if it was meant to taste like that. She replied that it had been hard to sell and that no-one who had tried a taste had bought a pint!! I am not surprised. I asked her to tip mine down the sink. £2.60 wasted. If anyone from Oakham reads this, I can't believe it was meant to be like that. Graham's Leeds Special tasted just like you'd expect a 3.5% bitter to taste - thin!
Before prohibition of alcohol sales began in the United States, there was various pro and anti campaigns. This poster was from just before it all started. It comes from 1919.


en the barman replied we were OK and then gave us a free drink, we knew it was time to leave. In another, the elderly barmaid shrieked at her customers in Greek, while a permanently baffled old guy walked round, beaming, shaking hands with everyone and saying "Alles Klar". Us two, full of beer and korn schnapps, played the juke box and then joined in the singing which this prompted! In another bar we were entertained by a guy who had Adolf Hitler speaking at a rally as the ringtone on his phone. When I asked if it was not illegal, he gave a Nazi salute and said "no, but this is!" to hoots of laughter from his mates. This, in my experience, is unusual.

After eighteen years at the top, it seems that Carlsberg has overtaken Stella as Britain's best selling lager. It isn't by much, but it shows the Stella brand to be sliding even further. Stella's sales were down 3% while Carlsberg rose by 11%. Price it seems is part of the issue. Stella is reassuringly expensive at around £1.06 a pint in the off trade, while Carlsberg can be had for a mere 85p.
Yesterday's lunch break saw another new beer for me. Plain Stout from Messrs Maguire in Dublin was dry, slightly sour, with some good roast malt body, but it lacked a good shot of bittering hops to make it a classic stout. Still, decent enough though.
m Beer Festival is now more or less ready. Yesterday I vented and tapped around 75 casks. There are some great beers there and the hall was 12 degrees when I left last night. Not bad. Given the limits I operate within, the beer will be as good as it can be. This isn't ideal cask conditioning and my cellar practices have to be modified, but the beer will be cool and in good condition, at least to start with. That's that's the truth of beer festivals. Beer on gravity inevitably declines quicker than cellar kept beer as its temperature cannot be controlled. High temperatures are the enemy of cask beer. Beer festivals with their conflicting demands of coolness required for beer and warmth for the customer are particularly affected by this simple fact. Frankly those that think beer is best served by gravity are deluded. Nonetheless get there and try some, though I won't be today. I'm off to Liverpool to an old mate's retiral "do".
Last night was loading the van for the Oldham Beer Festival and unloading the van. Twice. We have a lot of kit and a lot of it is heavy and last night we had lamentably few volunteers. It is now all in the large goods lift at the venue and will have to be unloaded and made into a beer festival today. Something to look forward to. Yes for the festival, no for the unloading.
A new craze is sweeping pubs in Scotland and could soon be exported to England. According to my dear friends at Scotland on Sunday, since the relaxation of the laws on gambling in pubs, poker playing is helping to fill empty boozers midweek. Pub Poker League was introduced to the UK as an investment opportunity on BBC2's Dragon's Den. Aided by changes in the Gaming Act 2005, which allowed gambling in bars, it has become a big hit.

