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30-06-2023, 07:16
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A good old wallow in the mud-pit of nostalgia. Have I been doing that? The numbers, you know. They don't lie.
While I've been on my 1970s thing, it's mostly been boring old tables. With the odd reminiscence thrown in. (If all goes to plan, not just mine in future. Also ones from people with fat better memories.)
I may lust still after some of the beers from that era. But lots of things were crap. I used to think of the 1950s as being in black and white. The 1970s were, too, really. Quite drab. Even the punks were all in black.
Outside toilets, afternoon closing, a general lack of heating, power cuts, minimal pub hours on Sunday, no wifi, third-world style inflation, three TV channels, keg beer stalking our children, eleven o'clock closing, Leeds United and bright beer.
Beer that was never off, like cask might be. But was never great. Beer with the weak link - the landlord - taken out. I'm not surprised lots of brewers went for it. Not just the big boys. Regional brewers like Mansfield went all bright.In a way, bright beer sums up the 1970s. Just about good enough. As long as you didn't look too closely.
Then again, they did pay me to go to university. Money well spent by the state, even if I say so myself. I may not have quite got a degree. But I did . . . learn a lot of life lessons. Or just hand around eating pie and peas and playing table tennis. Which are also life lessons. In the value of pies. And how shit I am at table tennis.
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A good old wallow in the mud-pit of nostalgia. Have I been doing that? The numbers, you know. They don't lie.
While I've been on my 1970s thing, it's mostly been boring old tables. With the odd reminiscence thrown in. (If all goes to plan, not just mine in future. Also ones from people with fat better memories.)
I may lust still after some of the beers from that era. But lots of things were crap. I used to think of the 1950s as being in black and white. The 1970s were, too, really. Quite drab. Even the punks were all in black.
Outside toilets, afternoon closing, a general lack of heating, power cuts, minimal pub hours on Sunday, no wifi, third-world style inflation, three TV channels, keg beer stalking our children, eleven o'clock closing, Leeds United and bright beer.
Beer that was never off, like cask might be. But was never great. Beer with the weak link - the landlord - taken out. I'm not surprised lots of brewers went for it. Not just the big boys. Regional brewers like Mansfield went all bright.In a way, bright beer sums up the 1970s. Just about good enough. As long as you didn't look too closely.
Then again, they did pay me to go to university. Money well spent by the state, even if I say so myself. I may not have quite got a degree. But I did . . . learn a lot of life lessons. Or just hand around eating pie and peas and playing table tennis. Which are also life lessons. In the value of pies. And how shit I am at table tennis.
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2023/06/what-weve-forgotten.html)