The Booze Clause
Ok internets, I want to be totally honest with you. A thing has occurred in my hundred mile diet that has come to be known as the booze clause. I have started drinking local booze no matter whether it contains non-local sulphites or yeast. Sometimes, and I am ashamed to admit it, I drink booze produced by local breweries despite not knowing where they get their ingredients from. My friends tell me that this isn’t the end of the world (they tell me the end of the world is the end of the world) and I have to agree with them. I’m ok with the booze clause. Five months ago I would have been totally hardcore and beaten myself up about it. Now I think, “what’s a bit of real ale between friends?” That’s the problem you see - friends. I would go out to the pub and drink water, pints of water all night long. My friends would be getting merry and I would be pissing. A lot. Because I’d drunk so much bloody water! Now, with the booze clause, I can enjoy the pub again. Sure it means that I can only visit pubs which serve Harvey’s or Dark Star or some other local brew - but then again I only really go to the pub with real ale-heads anyway. And the strange thing is that I have actually started to enjoy it – the real ale I mean. I’m at a point now where I would actively chose a real ale over a gin and tonic (should I have the choice). If my next post is about why Aran jumpers and hurdy-gurdy’s are the latest thing in cool, please shoot me!