|Soon to be consigned to history|
Beer Bloggers Proclaim End of Beer Blogging
Thinly-veiled nom-de-plume scribblers and weighty prose Bloggers Bake and Bowley last week announced that beer blogging was at an end.
"Blogs have nothing new to say." intoned Bake "All they do is retread the same ground about drinking and opinions about breweries. Everyone who was good at it has either finished or turned into a paid journalist and Beer Communicator."
Bowley continued "As for us, we only read and share pieces by professional writers, whom these days are our peers. What can be more tedious and self-defeating than reading posts written by those doing it for so-called 'fun'."
"Beer blogging has served it's purpose." chanted both Bake and Bowley in unison "That is, to produce Us."
|This is the Circle Line, right?|
Crafties Travel To Outer London Beer Festival
Hipster types and people who work hard at looking as if they don't care too much Alanis Hash-Tagge and Luke Lumberjack-Shirt last Friday decided to take up their trade invitations to a Local Craft Beer Event.
"We, like, printed out our tickets to this 'IndyMan' thing," burbled Alanis "but we didn't recognise the map or directions. We called a taxi and gave them to the driver. It took 2 hours and £350 to get there. I think it's some kind of record in getting within 5 miles of the M25 from Shoreditch"
"We arrived at this cool old swimming pool." enthused Luke "Must have been, like, in Borehamwood or Rickmansworth or something. Anyway, there was plenty of Camden Hells and we had a few thirds of that."
"After the tasting session finished, we asked our Uber driver to take us to the nearest tube stop. He looked, like, all confused for a bit, but he took us there."
"We were shocked to see it painted an unrecognisable yellow, though" perturbed Luke "And they'd redesigned the Underground Map and renamed the network 'Metro'. We put it down to that 10% New Zealand beer we had."
"We're still there, actually." confided Alanis "Where is Eccles anyway? I think it's a new station on the Hainault loop."
|Dreadful people with poor social skills, yesterday|
Inactive Member Fails to Meet Fellow CAMRA Types
Veteran Campaign for Real Ale member Dustin Loft this week realised he had never done anything with his membership but get 10p off his weekly 3 pints of Fuller's London Pride. "So," he announced grandly to nobody in particular "I decided to attend the local Branch Meeting at the Hard Peg in Harold Wood."
"I'd heard awful things about them, but decided to go along without any preconceived notions" he convincingly argued.
"When I arrived I saw them at a large table in the corner. A group of middle aged men deep in conversation and laughing intermittently. I waited at the bar to be summoned"
"After 45 minutes, one of them came up and stood next to me, as if ordering a round of drinks. I had helpfully laid out my CAMRA membership card and " Association of Beer Communicators " certificate on the bar for easy seeing. But he just picked up his drinks and went back to the corner table." complained the offended Loft. "He just grunted and didn't even meet my gaze"
"It's no wonder the local CAMRA group have such a bad reputation if they behave like this. It's almost as if they expected me to go up and introduce myself."
"I'm not renewing my membership." ranted Dustin "I could never be part of such a conceited and insular organisation."