Here at BadPoo Towers, we’re on a never ending quest to understand beer, and it seems there’s a hell of a lot for us to get our heads around. Luckily, there appears to be plenty of other people on the journey with us judging by the number of blogs and fanzines out there dedicated to the subject. These tend to fall into two categories:
a) Blogs and articles featuring incredibly precise descriptions of ales, often breaking down the constitutent parts of hops, barley, oats, whatever in forensic detail and leaving everyone none the wiser as to what it’s actually like to drink the damn stuff. Let me put it this way; all matter in the universe is made up of elements, including humans who are capable of intense and complex emotions and feelings. But would you look at the periodic table in an effort to understand something like love? No, you wouldn’t. You’d listen to ‘God Only Knows’ instead.
Or there’s:
b) Whimsical reportage of pub crawls, lounge bars and microbreweries where explanantions of what a beer is like to drink are only as important as the surroundings in which they are drunk. Regular readers round here will notice that this is the sort of thing we like to go in for. To get pretentious for a moment, beer is so much more than what’s in the glass.
Which isn’t to say that giving some idea of what an ale is like isn’t useful. We’ve all tried those brews that taste like they’ve been strained through an ashtray and it’s important that decent warning about such pints is disseminated as thoroughly as possible. It’s the only way they’ll learn.
Therefore, starting on Monday, we at BadPoo will fearlessly embark on a new, experimental adventure in beer reviewing. In an effort to gauge exactly what the place of the great ale is in the 21st Century we will review 30 of them in 30 days and in 30 different places. Sure we’ve all sat in front of the telly with a bottle or supped a pint in the local but what is it like to try an ale in the sacred male sanctuary of the garden shed? Why do kids drink at bus-stops? Does everyone feel just a little bit like a tramp when they drink on a train, or is it just me? Is it right for a man to drink beer in the bath? Or in bed?
All these questions and more will be answered in the next month here at badpoo.co.uk. Together, we will establish once and for all not only whether these beers are any good, but just when and where a nice, relaxing snifter can improve life no end. Or make it worse. Or make you feel like a bit like a tramp (or is that just me?)
Join us.
Join. Us.
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