Back from my enforced absence from the home of the black pudding; I have washed the dust and grime of the London streets from my mind and body and await the launch of today’s Wetherspoons beer festival.
But...when, oh when, will they stop dragging their knuckles in the gutter and let the sparkler help them serve the perfect pint? Craft, for example, had six Thornbridge beers on, but let its book be blotted by being a sparkler free zone.
I didn’t try the Jaipur, but the passionfruit and gooseberry that should be at the forefront of Kipling were pushed too far back. And the lemon bite of Wild Swan was lost in the mix. But never fear, I shall continue to seek out the perfect pint in the land of plenty.
Why? Because I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day people of all creeds and colours will be able to sit together and enjoy a pint of perfect sparklered beer together in perfect harmony.
I have a dream today.