Who produces beer in quantities of seven pints FFS - unless there's either one or seven of you someone was always going to miss out?

You cheeky buggers.

For the record I've never had a pint of anything that was even half-decent in the north east, I was once introduced to Vaux Heavy and almost puked right there on the bar top after the first mouthful.

As for Whitbread, back in the day The Woodman at Headingley (now Woodies) served two types of mild, light and dark for about 5p a pint (yes really), from 14 years of age we always went for the dark mild because it looked like Guinness but thats where the similarity ended.

I can still taste Whitbread Dark Mild if I try hard enough, it has a taste of puke because nearly every pint of it that I drunk came back that way, indeed most "good" Saturday nights consisted of drinking seven or eight pints of Dark Mild, going out into the car park and puking it back up, then going back for more - I can take you straight to the drain in the middle of the car park at The Woodman because at around 10pm every Saturday night thats where I could be found.

Oh yes, it had chewy bits in the bottom too, if you forgot about the chewy bits and drank the last inch straight down it would be like drinking someone else's sick.

AND

Change from £1 note, your bus fare home a fish and chip supper and a stone of monkey nuts...

McLaren Field is the new William Hague.

"I drank 18 pints."

William Hague never puked his back up though.

I'm proud of that.

Surely that coinstitutes criticism of the moderation process. There is a line...

He'll be offering you outside for a fight next. Watch out if he does, all those years working in the North East will have given some handy pointers if it gets tasty.

Oh yes, one more thing...

We lived in a bungalow at that time so it was easier for me to nip out the bedroom window and have a slash or a hockle on the garden rather than have to walk to the bathroom, so thats what I did.

By complete coincidence my dear mother had planted a big bed of Mint outside my bedroom window and it thrived on my saturday night offerings of slightly used Whitbread Dark Mild.

I used to dread it when we had lamb for sunday dinner, she could never understand my fear of mint sauce.

Pointers mostly involving wearing a mini-skirt when it's minus 30 and sprouting lots of blue veins on his pale, blotchy legs if my memories of the North East are accurate...

And that's just the blokes...

www.aletalk.co.uk/search/display ... rne+Island This is a good beer from the North East, not had any others mind.

www.aletalk.co.uk/search/display ... rne+Island This is a good beer from the North East, not had any others mind.

I'll have you know young Gilder, that back in the day, if you turned up uninvited at a very loud party with one of those Red Barrel Party 7 cans, you were welcomed in like the proverbial son!

It might have been pish, but after downing it there were some dammed attractive ladies at said party!

Mr McField is correct in that the Boddigton's to which I referred was the pre-1980 version, a light golden bitter with a slight tang in the finish, not entirely dissimilar to Timothy Taylor's Golden Best (which, for some unfathomable reason, is classed as a mild).
Post 1980, Boddington's has been and still is (as has been observed above) dishwater masquerading as beer.

Compared with Vaux, Titbread Wankard, Red Barrel or ... wait for it ... Brew Ten (excuse me while I stop retching) ... Tetley's was top class stuff.

I had a farewell pint of Tetlley's in the Palace a two/three weeks ago.
I later found out that I had been too late, production had already moved to bloody Wolverhampton or some other foreign field.

Pfft, that's nowt.

Fourpence bus fare to town.
Four pints at one and ten a pint.
Fish and chips, two shillings.
Fourpence bus fare home.

A neet aht on ten bob.

For a quid, tha could'a tekken your lass wi' yer.

When I travelled down from Newcastle on a Friday night in 1977 I used to go to the bank to draw out all the money I needed to get me home, out on a friday, sat lunch, sat night, sun lunch and sunday night, and then get me back to Newcastle (no cash machines in those days).

£10

And enough change to buy a sandwich at work on monday

IIRC the term "mild" means mildly hopped rather than anything else so is quite easily applied to Golden Best.

<Lights Touchpaper>

What's wrong with 'Smooth' version of beer?

<Runs away.....>

Tasteless.

Remember Cresta ?

No, probably not.

Cresta (Polar bear - "Its Frothy Man"icon_wink.gif was probably the frothiest, creamiest soft drink in a bottle that you've never seen, it was also the pinkest of pink drinks that you've ever seen and tasted of plastic and chemicals, christ knows what they put in it but it became a best selling soft drink and then all of a sudden it disappeared from the shelves, probably after someone had read the ingredients and realised that there would be no children left after the 1970s if they continued selling it.

Anyway, smoothflow = cresta without the pink

I drink the pennslyvania version of Tetley's smooth almost every day,its called Yeungling's,on tap its just like cool smooth ,but when I go to the posh place next door theyn pour it out of a bottle and its different again,although in this 90%weather just now yeungling super cool smooth is nice

Keep running.

any oldsters partial to a pint of 'mixed' back in the day?

I remember Cresta pop!!!! Maybe I'm older than I think



Anyway....the beer used for cask is exactly the same for smooth variant, except the kegs are pasteurised, as are all kegs, cans and bottles. 12 month shelf life is a more profitable than taste....and thats what the big brewers want.

A friend at work has decided to leave for a position at Copper Dragon. Very jealous

Not as a brewer ?

I know someone who applied for that job

I could never understand that, other than the fact that it gave a third option to what you drank, and "back in t'day" you only ever drank mild, bitter or mixed, nothing else.

Lager was for women to drink in halves with either lime or blackcurrant added.

Unless you were our mate Kev who'd emigrated to Leeds from London, he drank lager, he was a big puff and the landlords used to tell him so every time.