Firstly you’ll remember I ended the last post asking the
question as to whether two days later at the firm’s Xmas party we would get
anything approaching decent beer made available for us. Extremely sadly but also
extremely predictably the answer was a resounding, no, there was nothing
approaching decent to drink in the beer stakes. This year we were at least
allowed to drink beer at the “champagne reception” stage of the evening but even
the charming smile of the uniformed waiter who answered my question as to
whether there was anything else than the bottles of Becks with a “no, sorry”
failed to lift my spirits.
Happy BGC with Becks. The breeches behind me used to belong to Kenneth Williams. It's true!
Now some of you will have cottoned onto the phrase in that
paragraph of “champagne reception” and will already be ticking the box next to
ungrateful tosser in your mental list of BGC attributes, and do you know what?
You’re right, 100% hit the nail on the head right. I am an ungrateful tosser.
Here we were with an all paid for party, hosted in the London Film Museum in
County Hall on the banks of the River Thames, with a three course meal to look
forward to and all colleagues looking their smartest best in black tie, or their
beautiful-est (yeah, scrubs up all right in fact) in party dress and I was
moaning about the beer.
But although I’d admit to being a moaning tosser (or was it
ungrateful) I’ll still contend that my moan was legitimate. Caterers have to
face facts here; it really isn’t hard to put on a half decent beer now. You don’t
need a qualified cellar man or trained bar staff to achieve this, just instead
of sticking a pin in the list of crated lager your supplier is offering choose
something else you can chill in a bottle………oh and whilst we’re at it, supply
some beer glasses next time, not all of us appreciate swigging from a bottle.
If I have to respect you enough to wear a black tie to go to a party, you can
bloody well respect me enough not to have to act as if I’m sitting on a park
bench.
Anyway, we leave the rants and raves of nasty bottled lagers
and return very quickly to the Cask Marque tour in a little fashion as when
selecting a pub for a pre-party drink the usual gang (Charlie, Ed, Pete,
Jayson, Rob) chose a couple of very nice beers in The Red Lion near Parliament
Square which we toured in during the Whitehall Square visit. We then scampered
over Westminster Bridge to just behind County Hall for a quick one in The Slugand Lettuce on Chicheley Street. Amazed as we all were that this chain of pubs
actually has some Cask Marque accredited places, we probably shouldn’t have
expected to find the Cask Marque certificate whilst there (we certainly
struggled find any beer) but it did give us the opportunity to take a photo for
prosperity and send it to Cask Marque’s Magical Trevor to add the scan to our
scores. Trevor it seems has been given Xmas holidays (shock!) but Ali did reply
saying there was special Xmas prize for anyone scanning in a Slug and Lettuce…………..I
detect some sarcasm!
The oldest and most inappropriate boy band turn up at The Slug & Lettuce
And in anther fantastic link, we jump from photos for Cask
Marque to, well, photos for Cask Marque as the boys in Cask Marque Towers have
been badgering Pete and I to get a photo taken in our 50 scan polo shirts.
Eventually I got around to doing it, on Xmas Eve of all days, just after
picking up my holiday beer from the West Berkshire Brewery (who I have to add
kept my taste buds tingling (in a good way) right into the new year) and
stopped in a lovely Arkells pub, Ye Olde Red Lion in the nearby village of Chieveley.
Spotting the certificate propped by the entrance door window, I paused my first
sip of Arkells Xmas offering, Noel Ale, and got my co-pilot, SlowPoke Sam to
snap my ugly mug with pint, polo short and certificate all aligned like a celestial
eclipse. The moment was only spoilt when settling ourselves for a second shot
(I think the first shot captured my bad side) when the landlord rather tetchily
warned us that the sign right behind me was in fact Wet Paint. Well, I know
nothing about running a pub, but perhaps putting freshly painted wet things by
the main entrance to your premises is not a good idea…………but what the heck do I
know? Anyway, I emailed the picture off to the boys and have then discovered
that the Cask Marque website has been refreshed and no longer contains a “rogues
gallery” of Cask Marque Ambassadors! I will have words with the management
about this…………………….
Happy Xmas!
And this leads me on to my final subject in that the day
after Xmas Eve is of course Xmas Day and I was luckily enough to receive two
pub guides as presents. And just any old pubs guides, but more specifically pub
guides to London no less. Firstly there was Peter Haydon & Tim Hampson’s “London’s Best Pubs” a very nice, photograph laden book and then there was Bob Steel’s “LondonPub Walks” a slimmer more wordy guide, but both welcome additions to my bulging
beer book collection. “London’s Best Pubs” covers a total of 117 pubs and I was
rather shocked to discover that I’ve only actually visited 16 of them and a similar
analysis of “London Pub Walks” shows I’ve done percentagely the same amount
(nearly), covering only 23 of the 186 pubs mentions (albeit some of them twice)
- So no prizes for guessing what New
Year’s Resolution #1 is - I will report
back again next year!
And finally finally finally, I wish all blog readers,
re-tweeters, followers and likers (that’s likers, no lickers Ed) a hale and
hearty Happy New Year and look forward to having you all join me again for the
next episode of the tour. It promises to be a good one! Leicester Square no
less, I have 7 pubs lined up and a lead on some new tour personnel…………all will
be revealed!
Cheers!
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