Archive for December, 2012

My new years resolution

Another year ends and I find myself looking at everyone’s wrap up of the year which has been. Many taking the opportunity to join in with the Golden Pint awards. I thought about doing the same but when I went through the categories I realised just how crap I’ve been this year.

I mean best foreign beer, looking back I can only think of about four. That makes it really difficult to judge best foreign brewer. Best retailers? My beers this year were about 50% Supermarket 40% at the pub and 10% beer festivals. I can’t think of any independent retailers that I visited and I definitely didn’t buy any beers online.

OK, so best book or magazine? I read three, all by Pete Brown, which were really good, but I can’t really say with any authority that they were my favourite because I have nothing to compare them with (although I don’t quite know what else would beat them, they were brilliant reads).

What I can tell you is that my favourite beer this year was B & T‘s Fruit Bat. This is probably the only category in the Golden Pint’s which I feel that I have done enough drinking. Also I have to take my hat off to whoever at Thwaites is in charge of their Twitter account. Some how this person has managed to find a different way of saying “We hope you enjoyed your beer” every time I had one of their drinks, and this year I was quite partial to a can of their Dark Mild.

Hopefully 2013 will bring me more beery delights to try and enjoy. Hopefully I will have more luck in going places to enjoy beer and hopefully I’ll be able to blog about them. I’m not going to make a promise, because then it is doomed to failure, but I will try to seek out more and expand my horizons. Hopefully in 2013 I’ll be able to write my Golden Pint’s of the year with a broad range of past experiences which I can judge from. If not, I’ll just re-write this post.

Here’s to a great 2013.

Enjoy yourselves.

Happen New Year, let’s make it a good one.

Cheers! Salut! Cin Cin! Yamas! Prost!

(By the way if your looking at the time this posted and thinking “Hasn’t he got anything better to do on NYE than sit in and write this crap, don’t worry, I’m currently out somewhere in London. This was written yesterday and scheduled to post now”)

I want to go out

This is a post of self pity and loathing. No beer talk, just ranting, raving and rambling.

A month or two ago I saw somewhere online that there was going to be a gathering of like minded people who all enjoyed good beer. Organised by Simon of CAMRGB and a few others, people were going to meet in London (a town I can easily get to) at venues I have wanted to go to for some time.

I was always a little worried because the lead up to Christmas is always a busy time at work but it did look like we would get a window in the job we were doing in Burnley. The window then closed. So while everyone else was meeting and greeting, putting names to faces from the twittersphere, drinking incredible beers in amazing places having what I have since come to understand was a bloody good night out, I was at work.

When you all arrived at the Southampton Arm’s, I was on a building site, screwing bits of wood together. By the time you had gotten to Brewdog, I was having a terrible meal accompanied by a badly poured Guinness. While all those concerned were passing beers around outside The Euston Tap, I was sitting in my hotel room feeling sorry for myself, watching a documentary about the life of Jools Holland. I thought I’d be feeling like this, so I bought myself a beer I’d never had before, to try and get in with the spirit of things. It was crap. So bad, I couldn’t be bothered to write about it. So after that, I went to bed.

The following days and weeks post kept going up on various blogs about how great it was, how good it was to meet people, the brilliant beers etc. Sure. Rub my nose in it why don’t you!

I thought it had all passed and now another meet up has been organised and I have the time off work! Great, except it’s in Birmingham, and transport to Birmingham from where I live is about as practical as trying to row a boat across a desert. No doubt over the next few days people will be posting how brilliant the #twissup in Birmingham was. If I knew how to get there practically, I would.

When history recalls these initial events which I feel are going to be the beginning of great things, let it be known that I wanted to be there, and I did try my hardest to get there. Fate (and a bloke from Burnley who wanted his locker room finished before Christmas) was just against me.

Chilli Beers from the Fallen Angel

Two beers that I received this Christmas (thanks Mum!) were Fire in the Hole (4%) and Black Death (5.2%), both from the Fallen Angel microbrewery in Sussex.

The first thing you notice when you look at the two bottles is that there is no continuity between the bottles, nothing in the imagery which would make you even think that they were linked. I don’t know why but that puts me off some of the smaller breweries, curiously though, not when the bigger brewers do it. The other thing that you notice is the “CAMRA says this is real ale” label on the side. Well, it is nice to know that they approve.

Fire in the hole – 4%

Pours a hazy strawberry blonde colour, lightly carbonated but still noticeable.

Big hit off the nose, some sweetness, definite green chilli, vegital in a not too displeasing way. Fruit sweetness like apricot jam or the sweetness from ketchup.

Taste: more of the same as from the smell. Definitely ketchup, some vinegar, but in a good way.

The after taste had most of the heat from the chilli’s. There is a slight burn to the back of the throat. Tingling on the tongue which lasts for long after the beer had been drunk.

Black Death – 5.2%

Pours a deep, dark  maroon-y brown, not quite black, although looks it at first glance. No head retention at all.

Same big hit of chilli when poured. Immediately filling the room with the thick sweet smell. Although the sweetness was more strawberries than apricot.

More heat when first tasted that in the first beer. A definite stronger burn on the afterwards as well, leaving the back of the throat with a real kick and the tongue tingling a lot. A more yeasty element to the taste. There was a raw, nutty after taste.

I can see why it says on the bottle to serve this one cold. The more you drink, the more you need a drink and, inevitably, grab a beer. By the end of the bottle I was drooling and with ever sip the burning got a little worse. I felt a little dizzy by the end, I could’t work out if it was from the chilli’s or from the alcohol.


I give the Black death a 5 / 10. This was quite nice to start with and is a nice drink, but to have more than half a pint it becomes less enjoyable and more of a challenge to finish. Male bravado does however pull you through to the end, however afterwards you have no idea what you are drinking because taste-buds have been slightly stripped away.

I give Fire in the Hole 8 / 10. A pleasant drink with a ripe sweet taste. Some of the chilli kick, which you want in a chilli beer, but remains enjoyable throughout.

Note: Black death does come with a health warning on the label. Is this just a publicity stunt or a legal requirement  I don’t know but we have all been warned!