Friday, 29 June 2012

Tourist trap

With two visitors sharing the ale-sampling burden, our routine was thrown entirely out of kilter today. Getting the first beer chosen was very hard; no one could decide, a big chap was blocking out view of the pumps, and Nobby (not his real name; it's Nobby Nobbler McNob) went off and ordered food. I'm amazed we got anywhere.

It clearly messed with Addie's head because the spellings in his earlier post are all over the place. "How can you tell the difference?" you might ask? Good point; you can't.

So we sat there with two successive and different ales, while Nobby Northerner ate his fried stuff with cheese. The first was Juggernaut at 4.6%, from the Mighty Oak brewery. This was, frankly, a great pint and we all enjoyed it. Smooth toned and a great finish, liquid and enjoyable despite being pretty strong. An 8/10 from me. Silly pump branding for such a good beer (see Addie's post), but don't let that put you off. Pint shown below.

Second, Sonny from The West suggested Cottage Brewing's Full Steam Ahead (pictured). 4.2%. It has no noticeable smell, unusually, and has an earthy, slightly barrelly taste. This one wasn't for me and I couldn't give it more than 4/10.

Of course, our visitors were dying to see the published blog, naturally. Then they saw Addie's meandering waffle, and changed their minds...

Thursday, 28 June 2012

The Meaning of Life the Universe and Everything

Busy, busy, busy. We made lunch today at 2pm, not a bad thing since I got to work late today. We also have guests today, Nobby the Northerner and Sonny from the West.

This caused all sorts of difficulties, which Siddie and I don't normally have. What beer shall we have? This seems like a relatively simple question but today this seemed to take forever. When we finally decided on a good choice, our visitors ordered their food before getting the beers in, now what's all that about?

You'd think Siddie and I spend our time supping our beers discussing the merits of, the colour, clarity, smell and taste of the beer, but this just isn't true. Topics are wide and varied. From the theory of relativity, to photos of drips in the sink. We touch on important topics like, should smoking be allowed in bars, Rachel Weisz last acting role (indeed if the acting is important at all), , why cyclists don't stop at red lights and why on earth someone has sat in your seat on the train (we all know that we get on the same train every day and that seat is mine).

Oh no, today we have guests, and we talk management charts, policies, budgets and staffing levels. Dull dull dull. In fact the highlight has to be the discussion about the second pint, with the different managers all having their own views and each of them having to be right.

So whilst I like the idea of discussing the Chinese latest space trip to the international space station, the Olympic rings on Tower bridge or the light show for the opening of the Shard, all I can really enjoy is the beer.

The first pint was from the Mighty Oak brewery called Juggernaut coming in at 4.6%. Nobby started off by complaining that there was no head on his beer so couldnt possibly be real ale. However this is a really nice pint it has a certain nose about it and the flavour followed true to the smell, I can't put my finger on what it actually was, but I liked it, this is a well rounded beer. I'd mark 7 out of 10.

The second pint was from Cottage brewing called Full Steam Ahead coming in at 4.2%.

Sonny helpfully tells us 'I like this beer'. Thanks Sonny. Not clear, but opaque as opposed to cloudy. No nose that i could determine but a slightly smokey taste (but not full on smoke). A good quaffable beer. I preferred the first so I'll mark this a 6 out of 10.


Whilst walking near a busy London rail station we pass some good natured 'Chuggers', for those that haven't come across this term, it's a colloquialism for charity muggers. These young people wearing charity branded T-shirts and carrying a clipboard, generally move directly into your walking path then beg for a moment of your time. Being a regular London commuter, I've been acosted many times and no matter what they say, my destination (home) is more important to me than helping the individual with the commission they get for signing someone up. It's not that I think the charities are not a good cause, it's just the way they are trying to sign people up.

I've seen 'Monty Python walks' behind people, not leaving someone alone who has said no, and harassing people along the footpath, bad languague, and just getting in the way. As Siddie was descibing, this charity collection work is big business, and I don't doubt that for a minute, but what I do object to is getting in my way whan I have to collect my children from school. You would also think that the charities themselves want to be seen in a good light, and certainly mocking the public (Monty Python walk) isn't going to do that.

Charity may well begin at home, but it doesn't when I'm in a hurry. As usual work was pressing today and I was in a rush to have a wander in the sunlight when I happened upon Itchen Valley brewery Pure Gold at 4.8%

Very nice. lightish beer, no strong after taste, but good beer flavour, masking its alcohol strength. I think I could have a long evening on this and get very annoyed with the Chuggers, and a sleep past my train stop. This is a 7 out of 10 for me.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

I Wander Lonely as a Cloud

Normally I don't know what to say before I type it, but today, I've readied this in advance. The reason, today is the third anniversary of my fathers passing, and I already know what I'm doing for lunch.

Today is a trip to HMS Belfast moored along the Thames in central London, for a few quiet moments of contemplation, then a trip over the road to a favourite pub my dad and the old boys from the ship would attend.

In a solemn note to anyone who may stumble upon the ramblings of a 'beer monster', it is so true that you really don't know what you are missing till it has gone.

And so we move onto the beer, my father a follower of the nectar of life would have wanted it this way. So today I have drunk a pint of Flying Scotsman by Caledonian brewery. At 4% an average strength ale. It has a lovely brown colour and a sweet smell. You can definitely taste caramel with a slight hint of bitter. Not great but definitely drinkable a 5 out of 10.


With Addie in reflective mood, I decided to join him (at his invitation) on the longish walk to an old haunt of his and drink a toast to the memory of his late father (it's the anniversary of his father's death today). Addie and his dad once drank a regular beer in today's watering hole, and on a warm day the prospect of a nice walk seemed pleasant.

The London streets were teeming with workers and pre-Olympic tourists. I don't know about Addie, but I like London like this, bustling and alive.

We had a pint of the Caledonian Brewery's Flying Scotsman (4%). Drinkable but dull, with a darkish colour but an otherwise uninspiring, almost earthy flavour. Drinkable but unremarkable to my mind: 4/10.

So, to the memory of Addie Stone senior. Cheers!

Monday, 25 June 2012

We all Hate Mondays

So the week starts again, and up I get at 05:30 so I can ready myself for ( what is likely to be ) a dull day at work.

I spend my trip into London typing up the weekends' blogs, so I can finish off the shenanigans, only later to be told that I need to spend more time on the blogs, as I have too many typos. Sorry Siddie. I use an iPhone, and although it is a good toy it isn't the best way to write up a few paragraphs. Siddie, of course being a linguist will have it all correct 1st time.

So Monday is here and yes the day at work is dull, with a short, bright, lunch break, chatting to the cellar man at the local. He was completely wrong as he said we wouldn't like Quadhop, as I'm afraid I did.

So today's beer is Quadhop by Downton brewery, at a pleasant 3.9%. A very light coloured ale, with a very dry and slightly bitter aftertaste, a lovely summer ale. Definitely something I'd happily drink again so a 6 out of 10.

Bad Shakespeare

The native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Addie has recently taken to paraphrasing Shakespeare as you may have seen in "To TEA or not to TEA", posted recently. Now that he's used up the one single line of Shakespeare that he knows, I was idly wondering to myself about the direction he might take when next inspired by the muse. Anyone know the name of the screenwriter on "Attack of the Mutant Killer Zombie Nymphos from Outer Space"?

Meanwhile, I might echo the sentiment from Hamlet, quoted above. What on earth have I done, hooking up with a co-writer whose literary powers of mediocrity know no limits?

It's mainly, of course, because he likes a beer. As do I. It means we can communicate in a common tongue. The language of malt, hops, yeast and pumps. Or in his case, Neanderthal grunts, like "s'alright I s'pose".

So, given the real barriers we face, we both were fairly in accord about today's beer. It's Downton Brewery's Quadhop, an easy to drink 3.9%. Surprisingly full of flavour, quite refreshing but with a classical pint of bitter finish. Really good pint if you want to get home without waking up in a shop doorway.

Now, Addie, can we have another of your insightful quotes please? How about some Chaucer? "Bifel that, in that sesoun on a day, in Southwerk, at The Tabard as I lay..."

PS. One more thing: T3PTNY92BV4H . Don't ask.

To TEA or not to TEA that is the question.

It's Sunday, raining and the middle of summer. While the ladies look at wedding photos, my brother in law (I'll call him Ed) go down the local. This I local to my home, but I don't go very often, as the boss - wife - doesn't let me out.

So my dilemma, I'm in a bar I don't know and they are selling TEA (Traditional English Ale by the Hog's Back brewery 4.2% ). Now this is a favourite of mine, but I am always wary of bars I don't know because in my younger days the beer could be good or bad. I'm of the view, at £3.50 a pint, I'd rather have a mediocre lager than a poor ale. But in this bar at this time they are selling my favourite.

Should I go safe, or go for TEA and end up with a bad pint? I go for the TEA. Now I have no photograph as I forgot my phone, however the pint was not crystal clear as I'd expect. Now having been a barman I know this doesn't means it's off, it could just be the barrel has been knocked, so I'm not going straight to ask for a replacement.

I take the first sip with trepidation, and I'm in luck. The pint is lovely. It doesn't taste, sweet, smokey, hoppy, of honey, of flowers, it just tastes like ale. Wonderful. I'll mark 8 out of 10, I know it shouldn't have been cloudy, but it was lovely.

Saturday, 23 June 2012


So after a pint, what is really needed is another. Unfortunately we are in a bar that doesn't allow kids after 6pm. I have a small concern over this policy, as my country bumpkin sister has brought her children, they are of drinking age, so we should really be allow to stay, but alas no.

We disappear up the road to a well know pizza establishment. Here of course, being a chain, the quality refinement of a good real ale go amiss, as this requires someone knows how to keep it. So everything here comes out of a bottle, and to add to the authenticity of the place, it's Italian beer. As we all know the Italians are lovers of chains and the fine dining that this gives you, as opposed to little family run businesses.

Of course Siddie by now would be spouting some guff about the origins of pizza and his I depth knowledge of such like, but let's talk about beer.

Its Peroni, we head for the large bottle. It is a smooth lager, with no strong flavour. I could get very drunk on this easily, if it wasn't so cold and fizzy. I'll mark this as a 5. This is the best mark I'll ever give a lager as although drinkable, it is also unremarkable.

London Underground

So off to London zoo. We plan to meet at Camden, but we are running early. So I suggest meeting earlier, at Tower Gateway. Now this should be straight forward had my country bumpkin sister not texted me just as we head down the underground to say, no go to Bank. For those not familiar with London these are 2 tube stations, not a million miles apart, but are on different routes.

What to do. She'll be underground I'll be underground, and we won't know where to meet.

So now I'm about to spend an hour traipsing round the underground trying to find each other. We eventually end up at Camden where we were supposed to meet, just later than we should have been {sigh}.

By now, of course Siddie would be spouting his knowledge about london and its' history, but this is about beer. On our way back to the tube we stopped off and I have had a pint of Jennings Queen Bee, at 3.6%. A very light ale, sweet,and very light beer flavour. I can't taste the honey, but very quaffable. I like this, even if it is a bit weak, so I'll score a 6.

Mr Windy and the Random Guinness #1

On our various trips where Addie and I work hard to bring you the beer news as it happens (actually, I'm not really quite sure what it is that Addie brings you), several "junior researchers" often assist us. One of those who often attends is Mr Windy.

He's an interesting character. Often he'll turn up and indulge in whatever ale Addie or I are "investigating". And on other occasions, for no reason, he'll say, "I'll have a Guinness please".

Random. But on the other hand, less random than Addie's blog contributions. Those are just keyboard mashes, aren't they?

Friday, 22 June 2012

An hour for Lunch

For the first time this week, there is time for a lunch hour. As soon as we get to the door Siddie is 'well I can only have 1 pint'. On the 400 yard walk to the local he continues to make excuses as to why his lady gene is exposing itself.

'i have to drive', as walk along as we all know he lives so close to the train station, if he sneezes the trains are delayed.

'I have to go out tonight',as all parents know that whilst your kids are young you have no life.

'I have a meeting' when I'd checked before we left.

And so he goes on. Dillon is drinking Guinness and for my second special I have Double Swan by Elgoods. At 4.5% alcohol it is stronger than our first.

Even lighter than the spring ale
What a different taste, very flowery and leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. The aftertaste I quite like, but the first hit on your mouth is quite aggressive.
I'm going to rate this as 5 out of 10.

Vodka or TEA?

Following Siddies late night train, oh the poor soul, and later post, I was wondering what to say, the miserable old .....

Today, yet again, the weather has been dominating my thoughts. Next week is the anniversary if my father 'crossing the bar' (passed away in navy terms), and my sister and family are in London so we can go to HMS Belfast (upon which he served) to remember him.

Because this is a away-day to the big smoke for my country bumpkin sister, we are making a trip of it, and I'd rather be dragging my 2 little ladies round London in dry weather than in wet. So having just gone through the summer solstice, in the middle of the summer, we are still getting windy and wet weather - much to my disappointment.

So as I walk to work, pondering why the weather is such a damp squib, I happen upon a rather ordinary person, not to speak to, as this is London and we don't speak to strangers (quite why I talk to Siddie, I don't know, he's the strangest of the lot). This man, for ease I'll call him Charlie, was outside his office drinking tea and having a cigarette. Most unremarkable at 09:10 in the morning. So quite why I took interest I don't know. Charlie was not a city gent, as he was not suited and booted, he also wasn't homeless, they drink out of paper cups and cans of strong cider, Charlie is a normal run of the mill type of chap, until, he produces a bottle of vodka and tops up his tea. At 09:10 in the morning this seems strange to me, and what a way to ruin a decent cuppa.

Now TEA (by the Hoggs Back Brewery) is one of my favourite beers, and the pub today had a brew by the same brewer, Spring Ale, we have to try this as it is going to be a hit like all their other beers.

It is a light in colour ale with a good nose, drinking it has a strong beer flavour, for it's 4% strength it tastes much stronger. As I make my way down the pint, I am again, for its full on flavour, finding this quite hard to drink. I'm going to rate this as a 4, and how disappointed from my favourite brewer.


It was a matter of some sadness to me that, as an opportunity presents itself for some proper research, I have to be good due to the need to drive later. So I went out early with Addie and some other lushes... erm, I mean pals, and nursed just one in the interests of serving you, our faithful readership.

Addie, meanwhile, was set fair for a session, and he'll supply you with the images of the pumps later. Addie is revelling in the slightly mad activity of photographing the pump every time he orders a pint, and the barman at our local is beginning to think we've all gone a bit nuts. He must be a sherry man.

So this will be a much more sober post from me than Addie will manage. Not that you'll be able to tell the difference, given the mindless, typo ridden mumbo jumbo that issues forth from his keyboard. Sobriety doesn't seem to be a factor.

So, today's pint was from the Hog's Back brewery. It's called Spring Ale and comes in at a gentle 4%. It was light and quite lagery, and very much reminded me of the tins of Shandy Bass you used to have when you were a child. Hog's Back can always be relied on to be solid in the taste department, so there were no nasties in the finish. Decent and drinkable, picture below. 7/10.

I'm guessing Addie may have had about three pints before he gets to work, so there's a fair chance his work will be to an even higher standard than usual (not). This isn't a kid's story blog, so let's not have any more nonsense about the three bears. Spellcheck won't save you.

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Lager on a train

Couldn't find the time to get to a pump dispensing a decent ale today. Unlike Addie, who contents himself with fiddling around with spreadsheets and surrounds his actual work effort in opaque mystery, I have real work to do. Today, the consequence is a long return train journey between London and Yorkshire.

Addie ended up posting a blog about wine, because he made no effort to take his journalistic and investigative responsibilities seriously and drank tea all day. But in my quest to help you, dear reader, instead of wining (sic) like Addie, I acquired a couple of cans of lager from the Marks and Spencer's on Leeds station, and indulged myself on the train back.

Usually Marks and Sparks' own brand stuff is worth a go, and this is really no exception. It's Belgian and comes in at a slightly dangerous 5%. It tastes a lot like Stella Artois, but not too much wrong with that if you like strong commercial lagers. Pretty acceptable stuff, and excellently priced too. If you need to pick up a four pack for one of those emergency four-pack moments, you could do much worse.

Well done Marks. I expect Addie will be in tomorrow to sample the Frascati. Has he really understood the brief?

Another Day Another Beer?

My beer buddy, Siddie, is not in the office today. He says he is in a different office, but I would never know, probably at home trying to fix his car electrics or something. So the days dilemma is who to have a beer with. Albert (not his real name, and unlike Siddie, I'm not really mentioning real names here) is also on leave, so my 2 faithful’s are AWOL.

Bert, a fan of the real ale local, surely he will have time for a swift one? Apparently not. It is at times like this that you realise who your real ale drinking buddies are. As time passes and I think who do I fancy a pint with, and so does lunchtime, suddenly it is 14:30, and not a drop of lunch anywhere.

That’s okay I'll leave early and have a swift’y on the way to the station. This is a good plan, there are plenty of bars on the way to the station, or I could always have one on the concourse. Strangely this Excel spread sheet I'm working on is keeping me busy and now it 16:25, I hurry to pack up, and leave.

Now at work we used to have desk with draws and stuff, not any more, we have a locker. So what should be a quick open the draw and drop everything into it, is now a hike across the office to a locker with a couple of round trips. This is all taking valuable sipping time, and no matter what, I can't miss the train as I have 2 young ladies waiting at school that I have to take home.

At the station and I have 15 minutes. Now, when I have a thirst, 15 minutes is enough time for a pint, but I want to enjoy and record the event for the blog, so I can't make time for a pint. “A half then” I ask myself ? Now unlike Siddie, I don't have the lady gene in me, so it is against the law to drink halves (unless you are at a beer festival).

So home I go and today is not another beer, it's a glass of red wine. Being the wine connoisseur I am, it's red and it's wine.

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

And the Sun is Out

So here in jolly old London, the sun is out today. This is a bit of a dilemma for me, as I want to make the most of it and sit in the sunshine with a pint, but all the 'locals' near use either have rubbish gardens or rubbish beer. So what to do in our lunchtime. Is it sit by the main road in a guaranteed outside seat, by the busy road (and watch the ladies go by), but with a pint of not very good ale - or lager ?
Or go to the good real ale bar and sit in their 'garden' by the railway and in the shade?

So whilst working (yes I was) I ponder the thoughts of a lazy lunchtime, just where?

As lunch approaches, what happens but a deluge of work, and suddenly all my pre-lunchtime thinking is going to waste. Siddie and I both have
meetings and they are rapidly approaching. So sitting in the sun is now no longer an option, this is 'get a quick one', and straight back to work (so the choice is now easy real ale and inside, so no sun today).

Today we had a O'Hanlons Flagship IPA. For an IPA it's quite dark in color, and as usual our local has produced a sparklingly clear ale. The taste was smokey with caramel and a deep bitter flavour. As I start in the pint, I'm thinking this is okay, and could drink several in a night. But as it progresses I'm finding all those strong tastes are attacking my senses. This one isn't really for me, so given yesterday's beer was a 5, this is less, so I'd make a 4 out of 10, on the basis I'll probably only drink it again if there is only time for one, as it really does hit the taste buds and as such would ruin the next pint.

Brown IPA

So, we manage the impressive accomplishment of reviewing two beers in as many days. Not bad. This is what happens when you get a bit of focus on the task in hand. In other words, Addie said, "it's sunny -- we need to go for a pint", and I said "all right." You can see we're the archetypal connoisseurs. Oz Clarke's wine column was never like this.

Addie was facing a genuine dilemma. We had half an hour only to spare; do we sit in the pub with the nice garden in the sunshine and drink rubbish beer, or do we go inside the dingy real ale pub and have the real stuff? There was only one answer, but when we got there there were no tables. That settled it and so we went to the real ale pub instead like the pro's we are (I had to genuinely fight with a struggling Addie, who was already considering whether to have Carling or Carslberg).

Today's pint was O'Hanlons Flagship IPA, rolling in at 4.2%. As you can see from the snap, it's quite dark for an IPA in my view (Addie has a picture of the pump). This is reflected in the taste which has a real undercurrent of burnt sugar, presumably providing some of the dark colour. It was thin and clear though, with a pleasant level of fizz and a head that stayed the course. It also had a natural flavour, not at all chemically.

Not bad for one at lunch time, but I wouldn't want a session on it. Ask me again after the fifth pint, though. And don't bother asking Addie. He'd be asleep in a ditch somewhere. Lightweight.

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

First Beer of the Blog

I'll start with an apology. My love (well after my wife, children, family, movies, ahh what the heck) is for beer, not writing. So the odd tpyo will occur an it may happen two many times, so I'm sorry. Siddie will curse, moan, complain and tell me where I've gone wrong, but it happens, that's just me.

After a long day at work (they all feel like that at the moment) we agreed to go get a pint. I'd like to say we went the local, but we didn't, we went to the convenient. Worthingtons Red Shield was the ale of choice. Now we have discussed this before, Siddie and I, and we agreed we should have different ales, then compare notes so we can decide which is better, then make that the second pint, however today we both hit the Red.

The beer quite light in colour (not surprising considering it said it was blonde on the pump) was just a little too cold for my liking and in my view improved over the course of the pint. It had a strange 'fizziness' on the tongue, but wasn't gassy, this also dissipated over time. The flavour definitely isn't hoppy, and to be truthful I couldn't put my finger on it, a bit beery, fruity, fizzy, and pleasant. Now had the bar had less ales (it had 5) I'd have been happy to drink it all night (had it not been late afternoon), but with other goodies on offer, I think I'd have tried the others - for another blog I think.

I will rate it, however, I'm also conscious that come tomorrow without having another one (maybe that's the idea) the score may be different. I'd give it a 5 out if 10, unremarkable, drinkable, not hoppy, beer.

At last! A pint.

After much procrastination and timewasting, I managed to drag Addie out. Just for one, mind; but finally we're off. Addie thinks a trip to an occasional hostelry with house beers is in order, but in fact it's on the way to the station. He'd probably rather have one on his own in the station bar, demonstrating that, at £4.50 a pint, he earns too much.

So, immediately we're there the bickering begins. We should have different beers to give you a broad outlook, but Addie just has to copy. Two pints, from one pump.

So here it is. Worthington's Red Shield. 4.2%. It looks a bit like a lager, but it's thicker and has no fizz to speak of. It reminds me very much of the types of Belgian flowery beers you sometimes encounter, such as Leffe. It's good though and a pint slips down easily. A nice time was had by all, and I give it a comfortable 7 out of 10. I'm a harsh judge, so that's a good score.

Then it's over, and trains beckon. Here's a picture of the pump. Addie has a shot of the pint itself, if he's not too busy in the station bar to post it...

Monday, 18 June 2012

Addie and his Ruddles Muddles

You see, Addie and I are only likely to agree on one thing. John Smiths is an awful, pitiful, chemically unpleasant excuse for a beer.

So there we have it. The scene is set. With a bit of luck, our favourite Real Ale pub will receive a visit tomorrow, Addie and I will argue about the result, and you'll be the first to know. Game on!

Hand Pulled Pints, Bottles or Tinnies

I had hoped to make it to the local for the first post, but time (2 small children and work) prevented me. So how do I like to drink my ale, pints (no halves for me), bottles or tinnies?

Let's start with the dreaded John Smiths (I haven't seen this for a while as I don't look for it, but we served it the pub where I worked - some time ago), Caffreys and the like. My view is these types of beer (not ale in my mind) are metallic fizzy and too cold. Horrible stuff.

So tinnies, and bottles. Now I'm going to lump these together, as in my mind they suffer the same problem. It's impossible to get the temperature right, either run your fridge warm and ruin the meats, cheeses, etc, or end up with a cold tasting ale making your teeth chatter whilst you wait 30 minutes for it to warm up (that's time for another pint). I do prefer bottles as they taste better, but a can of something that once purported to be an ale is better than a John Smith.

My favourite of course is a hand pulled pint (straight out of the barrel is acceptable), somehow pubs manage to get it cold but not freezing, the full taste is clear on the palate. Finally since I'll be at a pub, good company (unless of course I'm with Siddie).

It is clear to me there is an order to these things, and times when any is the right option. As most people (I suspect) a pint in the pub is the best choice, but a bottle, or can in the fridge sometimes just has to do, and with all good beers drunk shortly after being put in the fridge (and Ruddles is fine).

Where we WON'T be going.

I found this in the back of my beer fridge. This is an example of what we WON'T be discussing (horrible and chemically, despite the rustic branding).

No, it's proper pub pints or interesting bottles from now. John Smith's anyone? (Just kidding.)

Sunday, 17 June 2012

Welcome Addie Stone

So Siddie and I always argue about the quality of beers and we disagree on which are good and why. So rather than have Siddie's one sided view on why T.E.A. is good, I'm going to help out and assist in giving a good rounded view on the qualities of the ale.
Although I very much expect that after a couple of beers, my views may well be short and somewhat glib 'well that was a good one, next!'
So we are going to put our arguing to rest and share our views with the world.

Why this blog? What's it for?

This blog is simple. It'll have pictures of beers and their brands, and we'll tell you what we think about them. We like ales and interesting bottles of things we encounter, so stay tuned and we'll be making a start soon. Enjoy.