in 80 Beers?

brusselsApparently if I were ever to be taken seriously as a writer, it would be a nightmare rather than a dream being brutally honest, mind worse would be seen as some bloke tapping away at a keyboard for the sake of traffic for an online beer store (to which it has little effect in reality), I best declare interest in the subject…

If you’ve been reading this blog for some time, I occasionally more so, prefer to try to write, that is, something more than “whoopieeeee new beer here“.    The recent Tripin’ to Burton and Lupilin Love blether were fun to write, sort of.   I don’t find writing as easy as the more gifted out there seem to make it look.   When I have the chance to spend time in the company of  Mark Dredge of the excellent Pencil and Spoon Blog, Mark Edwards or Maeib and one of my favourite people – Simon of the Reluctant Scooper blog – I am always in awe of their talent to bring energy into the subject, argue, present or just plain inspire those that read their work – and I am not shy in reminding them.  If you expect something akin to literacy from me, um, sorry. I give up!  This is the reason that I do prefer the art of Photography as irritating as I assume it must be to my friends now.

Recently, I really enjoyed the read Hops and Glory by Pete Brown, so much so it inspired some questions and caused a little journey in search, admittedly hoping to be wrong to a question that I already knew the answer to, as much Simon did.   You see travelling so much and it might sound a shade clichéd but the journey is as important, perhaps more so than the destination.   Beer is important to me, but more over it’s the meeting with fellow beer lovers, the other beer travellers and just enjoying the ride into another perspective on this absolutely stunning beverage.  Really, beer is more about the people, the interaction, the banter,  the camaraderie and all that goes on… great beer can sometimes get in the way.  Yes, there it is, I said it… just get out there and enjoy beer. I love the big esoteric beers, debating the origins of IPA’s and dreaming about monster Danish bourbon barrel aged coffee imperial stouts made with civet cat poo coffee… but, as much the sitting in some cafe in the arse end of nowhere drinking the local lubricant.  Be that gueuze, lambic recently or cans of “best drunk ice cold” just hanging with mates…

So, what’s that got to do with Brussels? Continue reading

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