I had counted something in the region of twenty breweries in the Kent area, a third or so of them relatively new, and it occurred to me that there was something interesting in local produce and small enterprises. There's something to be researched. I am surrounded by hops, a key ingredient of beer, and I am a few miles from Wye, a centre of hop research.
I'd recently had a bit of a health scare, and was on a diet, and had to cut down drinking so ... it made sense to try and make each pint count. It occurred to me I knew little about beer - it had yeast and hops and malt and water and came in pints, and some I liked and some I didn't, and there were once six big companies which had been broken by the revision of the laws about tying pubs to breweries and ... that was about I. I liked Theakstons and Youngers and Timothy Taylor, and would regard myself as a Northern drinker, stranded in Enemy Territory.
Growing up I would have shandies with Watney's Red Barrel or Watney's Pale Ale, and occasionally sampled and disliked Home Ales and Shipstones, the two Nottingham breweries; I later tried and didn't like Mansfield Bitter. My underage drinking was lager, which I found hard to drink because it was gassy. Then, at a theatre club, I was bought a pint of Theakston's XB. By a cop. I was seventeen. It would have been rude to refuse. It was awkward to point out he'd broken the law. I stayed with beer.
But I never really thought about what I was drinking.
This is a place to think about it. Because, after all, I think about films and books and photographs and art and god forbid I live an unconsidered life.
This is my space to find out about beer - and teach myself, and no doubt state the bleeding obvious. And to find out how to write about beer. And work out precisely what I want to research about beer. I note that I am supervising a PhD student, who is researching binge drinking, so the sociology of drink may come to the fore at some point.
I don't know where it is going.
I've had two bottles today - an Old Dairy Snow Top and a Wantsum Figgy Pudding, both from Kent Breweries, bought from Wild Ferment. Now I'm on a beer from further afield, an Anarchy Brew Company Sublime Chaos, a startling 7% and described as a breakfast stout. It's thick black, or very dark brown, with no head to speak of, very burnt bitter flavour, with a touch of espresso coffee on a rich roast - Ethiopian coffee beans apparently, Guji - and New Zealand hops. I'd expect it to be much sweeter, given the percentage, but the beans hold it down. There's a back of the throat, warm oaty taste, which is pleasant, but you wouldn't want a third bottle.
Time to investigate breakfast stout...