Alcohol……and other drugs

I woke up this morning, before the wind started howling but while Cameron was busy trying not to lose all his key Southern voters to flood waters to two stories on the BBC with the ever-reliably dull Bill Turnbull and everyone’s favourite bit of sofa fluff (though not mine) Susanna Reid.

These slightly more palatable versions of Sky’s Charlotte and that fat reactionary turd Eamonn Holmes firstly solemnly bringing us the ‘tragic’ ‘news’ about the Rise in deaths from ‘legal highs’ in the UK

This was then quickly followed up by other ‘news’ that there should be Guidelines call for more people to be put on statins

In fact as I type this I’m just reading about how Ketamine is to become Class B drug

I am no ‘expert’ on drugs and their use, I’m not going to put up some confession about what I have and haven’t taken in my years on this planet.

But this blog is about beer (mainly) and when I think of beer and of drugs I always think of Bill Hicks…

If you hadn’t also gleamed from my rants, I’m very much a person for personal freedoms (and mistakes) and less state intrusion into our private lives (in the various forms it takes).

It should be a simple thing if you are a state that really wants to make your nation healthy and that is…

BAN ANYTHING THAT IS UNHEALTY

Problem is, it isn’t what is healthy and what is unhealthy.

It seems to be what groups out there have a vested interest in what is and isn’t ban-able to increase their own market share.

I don’t smoke.

I’ve never smoked as a habit.

I don’t like the smell, or the taste, or the effect it had on my lungs and my clothes – but I was and still am against the smoking ban in pubs (and now in cars “with children” and probably soon to be anywhere…cue Denis Leary)

I don’t like how some people (that is the minority) of folks behave when drunk – but we have laws to deal with their behaviour, we don’t need additional nanny and nudge theory acts to try to deter us from making these choices.

But alcohol and tobacco are still legal, even if they are subject to ever increasingly nonsensical control measures.

Instead the global war is on drugs deemed worse than the ones that have all ready have established multi-national empires.

Of course there are cartels and drugs networks all over the globe to fill the supply and demand that you have with any legal product – the ‘illegal drug’ trade is capitalism and globalisation is its purist form.

But to get back on track, I’m willing to bet a modest sum of money that in the UK, with this apparent rise in ‘legal high’ deaths over the past 10 years that the corpses in the morgue didn’t just have a ‘legal high’ in their system.

I’m reminded constantly about Leah Betts in these instances. A girl, father a police man, step-mother a nurse, who misunderstood the physical effects of Ecstasy (or MDMA as it is now).

In the short time leading up to her death many people (young obviously) had been taken to hospital because of ‘the effects of Ecstasy’.

What had happened was this drug, called a dance drug, had made people dance and move so much that the silly beggars had forgotten to drink and become totally dehydrated and collapsed.

Miss Betts, in her family home had taken a pill and then promptly necked 7 litres of water (12 fucking pints), without dancing.

The image of her in her water-induced coma was circulated widely as the ever-present old/young generational battle about drugs went into typical hysterical tabloid overload and moral hang wringing.

Betts inevitably died.

No water was banned during this period.

But what is now obvious is like any ‘legal’ trade, in order to maximise profits the drugs on the 21st century have become tainted, less pure than they were when it was just pot in the 60’s, speed and cocaine in the 70’s, heroin and more cocaine in the 80’s and pills galore in the 90’s.

That is of course the problem with unlicensed medicines, you don’t know what is in them, you don’t know how you’ll react.

Billions are spent in the legal pharmaceutical world to prevent (as much as can be) any deaths occurring from prescription drugs.

But to be told that MORE people should be put on these drugs is a smack of hypocrisy.

Kids with the countless newly diagnosed disorders they can ‘suffer’ from these days, like bollocks ADHD for example, are merely drugged up to the eyeballs.

But these are legal, these are OK.

But a common factor I feel between deaths from ‘legal’ and ‘illegal’ drugs illegal drugs is the prevalence of alcohol taken with these drugs.

When you start a course of antibiotics you are told to avoid alcohol (biological pathways and all that). Same with paracetamol and over the counter pain killers.

Same, by association, should be the case with anything that isn’t liked by governments and Big Pharma…

But people take these other drugs when they are having fun and even in these situations us Brits love a drink…

Mixing different drugs with booze has different effects, prolonging or heightening the usual psychoactive or physiological actions of these drugs.

But as I said above, people should be free to make their own choices and then have to deal with consequences.

We all need better information, but we shouldn’t expect it to be taught to us, we have to do the leg work ourselves, not blindly go into something and consequences be damned…

Forewarned is forearmed…

Most of us evolve our drinking habits over time and alcohol is the most ingrained, wide-spread and most readily available drug there is in the UK…

But then again…

Bent & Bongs Beer Bash 2014

This event, the 25th hosting of it took place between January 30th and February 1st 2014.

Bent – short for Chowbent is the nickname of Atherton.

Bongs – is the nickname of Tyldesley, no I don’t know the etymology of it either – anyone?

Entry is £5-£7 depending on the day (discount for CAMRA members and if you arrive after a certain time).

You get your glass and programme as part of the entry fee, so no glass refunds for those that are used to them.

Tokens are in papers booklets of £10 and the major quirk of this festival is having to rip off the amount you need, yep no help with marker pens here.  So what you end you with is second guessing yourself doing that self-deluding drunken maths where you think “if I take £1 and the 10p of this sheet I can take to 10p tokens off another and then I’ll have £X and X pennies left for the next drink.”

What you end up doing is dropping loads of paper ‘cash’ on the floor like confetti and generally not realising as you stagger away from the bar.

The men’s toilets also queue, but it goes down quick and you get some of the best banter in there because of it.

The coat room is through into the lady’s toilet area – yes, this was the first year I put my coat in (and umbrella) and I was taken aback – its run by St. John’s Ambulance who merely ask for a donation.

The festival raises money for local charities and has raised somewhere in the region of £400,000 in the 25 years its been going.

I’ve been going to this festival a fair few years now.  Usually on the Friday, with opening times of 5-11pm and you’d think it was 9.30pm when really it was 6.30pm and you realised just how hammered you were.

It now opens at 4pm, I think mainly because Fridays prior to this (this only being the 2nd year of 4pm opening) were rammed – one in, one out, if you weren’t in the queue by 5pm you probably wouldn’t get in till everyone else was hammered at 6.30pm, so popular was it.

Now, whereas I will queue with about 45 minutes till opening, all my cohorts can turn up at 4pm on the dot and be in within 10 minutes and the hall remains a breathable and fairly fresh place – because sometimes it was almost a heaving primordial soup of drunkards – the best kind.

Drinks are served by the half or pint and the food is how I judge all other festival food.

You’ve got Bury Black Pudding, Roast Beef Barms, Cheese & Pickle Barms (for veggies apparently), a wide variety of sausages and the piece de resistance…HOT POT.

Hot pot, with peas, red cabbage and suet crust – again you could tell how busy the festival used to get when the crust used to sell out.

Great, proper stodge, home-made and nothing more than £4.50 currently.

It was this event that taught me the vital need to eat something every 4-5 drinks if I wanted to last – and I do, long enough to go on to the Pendle Witch (Moorhouse’s) or the Jolly Nailor (Allgates Brewery), which always have beer festivals running alongside (to mop up the pre/post-drinkers or the unlucky souls) and be equally busy and where I always end up, if I’m not ‘tired’.

You always get good live music on too from a variety of acts over the 3 nights (and 1 afternoon session).

On to the beer – and this year’s was an absolute stormer, especially for the dark beers, so in saying that, I can’t even pick a favourite this time. I also forgot a pen, but improvised with other stranger’s pens and some lipstick.

Sadly I didn’t get hold of anything that 4Ts Brewery had to offer, so hopefully next time.

I ended the night on a Broadoak Moonshine Cider (7.5%) – my mates swear by it, they also swear a lot more when on it. If you like rather sweet, easy drink, bastard strength cider than I can recommend this.

The festival also carries quite a large range of foreign beers (bottle and keg) from around the world, sadly I didn’t get to go for a second session otherwise I would have tried some of these – I’ve got my eye on you Old Dominion Oak Barrel Stout.

Anyway, the beers. In alphabetical order we have…

The aforementioned Allgates Brewery who provided their new 3.9% Crombouke Day-Eye TnT, which was a complete bugger to order but was a great, light pale ale; which was almost as enjoyable as their 4.2% Blue Sky Tea another light pale with the aroma and subtle flavourings of tea.

Ascot Ales were one of the brewers of one of the numerous great dark ales with their 4.5% Penguin Porter. Good malty flavours with the lovely coffee taste I want to have in my dark alcoholic beverages, something I’d happily have by a fire on a cold day – or even a badly-needs-bleeding radiator on a wet Friday night.

Binghams Brewery provided the truthfully named Space Hoppy (5%), a vanilla IPA that worked with the light vanilla taste round off the hops nicely, deceptively strong.

Next were some Southerners in the form of East London Brewing, of which I sampled to of their beers; the Jamboree a lovely golden ale, something that revives the memories that summer might come soon, but not a session ale at 4.8%, but very drinkable. The other was the 5.2% East India Spice a winter ale with a wonderful aroma which if it tasted like it smelt could have gone wrong (too many spices) but happily the actual spicy taste was no overpowering at all, I liked it, though I suspect some might not.

Ludlow Brewing Company were the next to tickle my taste buds with their dark offering with a Black Knight, more coffee and roasted tastes and smells from this 4.5% stout which was that good I’m willing to forgive them using the word Artisan on their website.

Next up are Naylor’s Brewery, continuing a fine dark drinks drinking experience with their 4.1% Porticus Stout, which I insisted on calling Portcullis (a ‘later that night’ drink). A lovely, smooth and velvety stout. I think I may have got almost overcome by all this wonder dark booze.

The amusingly named The Devils Deadly Weapon at a satanic 6.66% and an even more evilly labelled bespoke beer from North Star Brewery was a bit like a red-ale/barley wine hybrid to me and again something good enough to make me forgive the use of one of the horrible marketing descriptors.

Penpont Brewery brought along their quite lovely winter dark brew that was Silent Night. You new it was strong, it was at 7.2%, but it reached the cockles with a welcome warmth and an ensuing beer flushed face will follow.

Red Willow Brewery brought along their 6.5% Soulless which is what I would expect from a brewery who have yet to make a beer I didn’t like. Black IPA with a citrus twang.

A collaboration next from Great Heck Brewery and Steel City Brewing in the form of another wintry, festive brew called Yule Twig (5.2%). Brown ale with hops and Xmas pudding – something to enjoy sat next to a blazing Sheffield steel furnace (well, not too close).

Thwaites. What the fuck is going on with Thwaites? While they decide what the fuck they are doing, so long as they keep producing great beers like the 6.5% Old Dan (a good fruity old-ale like brew) and Smoke Stack a very smoky 5.8% dark beer that had good body a flavour even if the smoke was a bit too much like bacon they should at least maintain some sort of drinking base (if not a work force).

TrueFitt Brewing had brought along their Ironopolis Stout (4.7%) which all I can say was I enjoyed so much when I previously had it, about a year ago, that I went and had it again despite all the other choice.

Sarah Hughes Brewery. I will state now that the name Sarah Hughes Ruby Mild is one of my beery muses. The pinnacle of what I call ‘dangerously drinkable’ (6%). Along with queuing & eating the other ritual I have for this festival is this drink. I had never seen it anywhere else, yet it is always here. I wait 365 for this thing. I’m like an out of shape, shorter version of Patrick Swayze’s Bodhi in Point Break, but I won’t be waiting 10 years for this wonderful beer storm.

Yes I love it. But I will say that all the other drinks more than held their own against it, so I was a very happy (and massively pissed) boy.

So thanks again to all the organisers and volunteers (even if they didn’t respond to my requests to offer a hand).

Same time next year for more queues, beers and Hot Pot.