Discussion in 'General Beer Discussion' started by Arcs, Aug 4, 2019.
3 pint round of brew xi 90p, student union bar '79.
Chester's mild for 10d? You don't know you're born lad. We use to have to save up all year for jam-jar of puddle water with a bit of gravy browning in it. And we thought ourselves lucky!
Chesters dark mild I used to love the stuff, I brewed one recently well it wern't exactly chesters but it was dark
You remember Chesters mild then?
gravy browning? - eeeh - luxury we use to dream of gravy browning...
There obviously aren't many southerners on here - most glasses back then were measured to the brim, so any head was considered a short measure!
And still is as far as I'm concerned. Unless its in the rarely used glass with a measure line and clearly full, I often ask for my glass to be topped up so that its nearly full of beer rather than foam. I sometimes get funny looks from barstaff, but as Alfred E Neumann said 'What, me worry ?'
Me old dad made that beer for 47 years at Ardwck Brewery then from Cook St. in Salford, my first pint of Chesters mild cost nowt as it was from the 'Allowance office' in Ardwick Brewery where the workers were allowed 4 pints a day! and pulled by me dad!
Happy days indeed
It was a good beer I remember it with fondness,
So taxidiver bought beer for 10d a pint - lets all guess how old he is - I guess 97 years young.....
Brung up in the Midlands, the local stuff was Brew XI - a ghastly concoction. Thankfully at least the Coventry Cathedral Choir pub sold a decent Draught Bass, so I cut my teeth on that.
Never seen before or since, the beer at the caravan site we frequented near Conwy sold Brew X.
Choir trips to Gloucester were a revelation, and saw us introduced to proper real ale and Wadworths 6X straight from the barrel.
Later on when I lived in St Albans (frequenting the Lower Red Lion) the ales of choice were from Fullers - still a favourite, especially ESB.
I remember back in about 1990 sitting there with my mate over a pint, debating the hike in beer prices to £1 a pint. We said then, and it proved true, that once the cost had breached that £1 barrier, there would be no stopping it.
My firm favourite ale however, since getting quite tipsy on it at too young an age on another choir trip to Truro, is HSD (Hicks Special Draught) from the St Austell Brewery. Imagine my joy a few years ago when staying in a little cornish village to discover that the local pub sold HSD straight from wooden barrels on the bar.
I remember Brew XI wonder why theres no clone recipie for it.
Emm probably cos it was ###t
My Dad used to call it chemic
Yeah the good old days where you could go down the pub and order a fizzy pint of brown water without knowing or caring what went in it.
Never tasted any of those Brew X and XI beers. Had Bass and 6X from the wood when I was a nipper and found them both, fussy, "old men's" beers (I'm an old'n now). But I love the story.
I too was a chorister, but it was all done on a Friday and Saturday night on the way home after closing!
Leeds in early 80s was all hand pulled (Leeds) Tetleys. Happy days :)
I was brought up on Everards Ales being from Leicester. I still drink Tiger to this day from a hand pump. My local keeps his ales very well. The younger blokes all drink lager, and on occasion i'll try a larger and lime in summer if I'm gagging for a drink.
I always talk to the bar staff when I go to a new place to see what they know aboout the beers they serve, sadly in a lot of places they don't know anything other than the prices. 9 times out of 10 though, there will be a local drinking who is usually happy to talk you through the best ales on offer.
My preference has always been a pint of best bitter. One of my favourites out Leicester and up North was stones, as long it it was half pulled or Magnet!
Ruddles County is always a cracking pint if you get it "on" and can be found in most Wetherspoons these days.
I remember my mother telling me that in the time of one of my ancestors (can't remember which, maybe the era of her parents or grandparents) men working in the foundries (in the industrial north, where proper work was done) were given constant free beer to replace the liquid lost in sweat in the incredibly hot conditions.
So, how many of us were choristers? I too was (head choirboy, no less) until my voice broke. As you drank, presumably you either (1) drank under age, or (2) continued after the breaking of the voice.
If nothing else, in that period I learned what hypocrisy Christianity is. The starter for most other religions.
Before licensing hours were relaxed a few years ago, the pubs in Sheffield were kept open until 3.00pm rather than 2.30pm in the middle of the day, to give the morning shift sufficient time to top up their fluids. As a student in Sheffield at the time this was also very welcome.
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