Its been a bit of a poor weekend, no time for cycling and after dropping the son off with his Grandparents half way in the beautiful Cotswolds, I remember that theres a beer festival on in the next village near home, so I detour on my way back. They have a strange ticket system and theyre all... well, you know... and more than a touch gormless as I stroll in looking for a take-out as sober as a race pigeon. Youll have to wait for all the tickets to come in, theyre valid till half-four. Whats the time now? I ask. 4.25. Look at him dribbling, remarked another punter, before he stumbled back on a group of bearded gentlemen with an accompanying apology. Yes, it was rather amusing; the Yeo Valley Lions put on the Claverham Beer Festival , and I was rather taken aback at the amount on offer and just how much a handful of punters had already managed to down (over the course of three days). There was about 12 of them and about 40 kegs of the nations finest and whilst Id always promised myself a visit to this same festival in the past, only this year did I make it, and blimey was it worth it. Most of them seemed to be working behind the bar and drinking it at the same time and as 4.30 came and went I thought about leaving until a kindly chap said the tickets were running out and there was plenty left - £1 for a gallon container and...and...wait for it....50....50...50p a pint!!!..? The only question was, what was left? Lets imagine that all kegs had a transparent levelling meter, I swear, the organisers still wouldnt have had a clue. Hi Jim, said another No, Im Derek, came the reply. Oh. Anyway, a bearded old woman with a pint of Quantocks White Hind in her hand announced that it was time for take-outs! True to form and fair play (for Id only waited 30 odd minutes whilst the locals burped and belched their way through tickets that just werent going to be drunk) I was eventually served after three or four others whod also waited, in their case for about 30 seconds. But it was worth the wait and thanks to the George Wright Brewing Company of Merseyside, the weekend has turned out much brighter, or should I say darker. They even forgot to charge me for the container so guess how many pints I got for £3.00...? Hic! Cheeky I know. Cheeky Pheasant to be exact.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 19:12:09 +0000
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