Chester's mild for 10d? You don't know you're born lad. We use to have to save up all year for jam-jar of puddle water with a bit of gravy browning in it. And we thought ourselves lucky!Aye. When I were a lad!!!
My first pint of Chesters mild was 10d.
Happy days.
Chesters dark mild I used to love the stuff, I brewed one recently well it wern't exactly chesters but it was darkAye. When I were a lad!!!
My first pint of Chesters mild was 10d.
Happy days.
You remember Chesters mild then?: 22926" said:We use to have to save up all year for jam-jar of puddle water with a bit of gravy browning in it. And we thought ourselves lucky!
Chester's mild for 10d? You don't know you're born lad. We use to have to save up all year for jam-jar of puddle water with a bit of gravy browning in it. And we thought ourselves lucky!
And still is as far as I'm concerned. Unless its in the rarely used glass with a measure line and clearly full, I often ask for my glass to be topped up so that its nearly full of beer rather than foam. I sometimes get funny looks from barstaff, but as Alfred E Neumann said 'What, me worry ?'There obviously aren't many southerners on here - most glasses back then were measured to the brim, so any head was considered a short measure!
Me old dad made that beer for 47 years at Ardwck Brewery then from Cook St. in Salford, my first pint of Chesters mild cost nowt as it was from the 'Allowance office' in Ardwick Brewery where the workers were allowed 4 pints a day! and pulled by me dad!Aye. When I were a lad!!!
My first pint of Chesters mild was 10d.
Happy days.
It was a good beer I remember it with fondness,Me old dad made that beer for 47 years at Ardwck Brewery then from Cook St. in Salford, my first pint of Chesters mild cost nowt as it was from the 'Allowance office' in Ardwick Brewery where the workers were allowed 4 pints a day! and pulled by me dad!
Happy days indeed
Cheers
My Dad used to call it chemicI remember Brew XI wonder why theres no clone recipie for it.
Emm probably cos it was ###t
Never tasted any of those Brew X and XI beers. Had Bass and 6X from the wood when I was a nipper and found them both, fussy, "old men's" beers (I'm an old'n now). But I love the story.Brung up in the Midlands, the local stuff was Brew XI - a ghastly concoction. Thankfully at least the Coventry Cathedral Choir pub sold a decent Draught Bass, so I cut my teeth on that.
Never seen before or since, the beer at the caravan site we frequented near Conwy sold Brew X.
Choir trips to Gloucester were a revelation, and saw us introduced to proper real ale and Wadworths 6X straight from the barrel.
Later on when I lived in St Albans (frequenting the Lower Red Lion) the ales of choice were from Fullers - still a favourite, especially ESB.
I remember back in about 1990 sitting there with my mate over a pint, debating the hike in beer prices to £1 a pint. We said then, and it proved true, that once the cost had breached that £1 barrier, there would be no stopping it.
My firm favourite ale however, since getting quite tipsy on it at too young an age on another choir trip to Truro, is HSD (Hicks Special Draught) from the St Austell Brewery. Imagine my joy a few years ago when staying in a little cornish village to discover that the local pub sold HSD straight from wooden barrels on the bar.
MMmmmmm
I remember my mother telling me that in the time of one of my ancestors (can't remember which, maybe the era of her parents or grandparents) men working in the foundries (in the industrial north, where proper work was done) were given constant free beer to replace the liquid lost in sweat in the incredibly hot conditions.my first pint of Chesters mild cost nowt as it was from the 'Allowance office' in Ardwick Brewery where the workers were allowed 4 pints a day!
So, how many of us were choristers? I too was (head choirboy, no less) until my voice broke. As you drank, presumably you either (1) drank under age, or (2) continued after the breaking of the voice.I too was a chorister, but it was all done on a Friday and Saturday night on the way home after closing!
Before licensing hours were relaxed a few years ago, the pubs in Sheffield were kept open until 3.00pm rather than 2.30pm in the middle of the day, to give the morning shift sufficient time to top up their fluids. As a student in Sheffield at the time this was also very welcome.I remember my mother telling me that in the time of one of my ancestors (can't remember which, maybe the era of her parents or grandparents) men working in the foundries (in the industrial north, where proper work was done) were given constant free beer to replace the liquid lost in sweat in the incredibly hot conditions.
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