A harbour in the tempest

In these times of political instability I crave certainty. That's why I intend to drink classic beers from Belgium over the darker months. Starting now. I won't feel cheated, I'll always feel loved. No games of chance, just safety.

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Rye and Folkestone

We spent last weekend in the picturesque towns and villages of Sussex and Kent, and bore that I am I sourced beer recommendations in advance. We started the weekend in Rye. My immediate concern was to find somewhere to watch the Scottish Cup Final, but as I didn’t fancy my chances I resolved to find a pub with WiFi and watch it on the iPlayer. So it was that I found myself in The Old Bell Inn, a beautiful historical pub brimming with character. As I settled down with a pint of Harvey’s Best I was utterly content as I watched Celtic lift the cup, thereby securing the 'Treble Treble'. We then wandered to the nearby Mermaid Inn, a huge, rambling and supposedly haunted pub before making for the Ypres Castle Inn, and dinner. This is a pub I would assume needs no introduction to anyone reading this (hi mum). The beer was good and the food was better - it's a fine pub in a wonderful location, sitting as it does in the shadow of ...

Home

We're moving again next month, and while it's going to be challenging what with a baby and 'the situation', I can't wait. The place has a garden which while landscaped to the point of banality is at least pleasant, unlike previous gardens I've had access to as a private renter. These were all neglected for years by landlords - after all, why would you bother to make your rental property as comfortable or safe as you would expect for yourself? Anyway, this will be my twelfth flat in sixteen years in London, and people ponder the reasons for the fragmentation of society and lack of community cohesion! It is, in part, due to the precariousness of private renting imo - you're never anywhere long enough to establish yourself in that community. That's why we need a massive increase in social housing provision. While it should certainly be allocated on a basis of need, it should be aspirational as it once was, and not seen as a last resort. I'm reminded...

The curse...

.. of the drinking classes - so goes the witty, inverted saying. The curse is work of course, and for me it's over till Monday. As is increasingly my habit I visited Tesco on my way home for affordable but tasty beers. This is largely a financial decision - my circumstances have altered somewhat recently (in a good way). To which end I find myself sitting in my kitchen listening to the mostly bland output of the Manic Street Preachers, albeit punctuated by occasional bursts of emotive greatness (just take it as a given that such statements are subjective). I'm sure some will judge me more harshly for buying beer from Tesco than for my dubious taste in music, but I don't care. Beer Puritans and music Nazis are two same sides of the same coin. You do you and I'll do me. This is not a masturbatory call to arms, by the way.

Frenetic Inertia

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