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My 21-minute beer nightmare, which didn't even mention Youngers Tartan

Fun fact: In 1964, the Krew Kats hoped to receive sponsorship from the local Mitchells & Butlers Brewery (who owned numerous live music clubs), even naming themselves the M&B5. When it didn't happen, they changed their name to The Moody Blues.

As a student in Nottingham I liked Shipstones (an anagram of Honest Piss 😂).

"Disappointment you can drink". 🤣

I saw four lads get a beer shower after breaking open a Watneys Party Seven in a Volkswagen Beetle.

I was one of the founding members of CAMRA. Joined in 1971.

I lived in Bristol in the Fall of 1980, as I was studying through an exchange program. I drank Whitbread Trophy, had a pint or two of Watney's Red Barrel Ale, and washed down quite a bit of John Courage Best Bitter, among many beers while in Bristol. I also, when in Birmingham did swill a few M and B'S. I also had a my fair share of Ansell's Mild. These beers were never the best beers I drank while visiting Britain, but they were memorable. I am saddened that they are no longer.
I gather that Brain's Best Bitter and Wadsworth's 6X are still with us. I had a few of these as well.
I gather that Britain has changed greatly from 1980 till now, and that I wouldn't recognize it. I hope to go back before my time is up, but I am sure it won't be the same. No John Courage, no fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, no Page 3 girls, (at least this is what I have heard), no music from the Police blaring constantly from Juke boxes within the pubs, and just a different way of life.  I do so want to go back, but I get the feeling I want to go back in time, which non of us can ever do.
Oh, by the way, I drank Bass Ale, and when I was in Sheffield for a night, Wards Best Bitter. Both quite good, but I guess no longer. (I think I want to cry).

Don't miss out on this then...
Double diamond is actually back on sale!
Bought 4 cans of DD in Tesco last week.
Brewed for Allsopps by Kirkstall brewery Leeds , in a weirdly tactile printed can.
Tastes exactly the same as it did in the 70's

As a 12 year old my dad allowed me the fist taste of beer...and it was Double Diamond! with a big frothy moustache.

My gran used to make me a shandy with half a bottle of Webster's Green Label when I was 9. Whilst telling me "don't tell your mum I've given you this". I've no idea if it was decent beer or not, I'd had nowt to compare it with at that age apart from cans of Top Deck shandy. I used to walk back home feeling pretty good though.

I left Britain twenty-five years ago. I can't believe so much has has changed  in such a short time.

I was living in and around Warrington in the 70s-80s and Greenall's was known as Greenall Shitley, the funniest thing was at lunchtime all the Greenall's workers went for a pint in the Tetley pub across from the Greenall's factory! Said it all really.

The beer I remember as being sold as good for nursing mothers was Mackeson Milk Stout.

As a kid in the US in the Sixties, my dad occasionally let my brother and I split a can of beer. I didn't like it, but I choked it down to show how manly I was at 12 years old! That remained my relationship with beer until I lived in England for three years in the late 70s. Watney's Red Barrel was the first pint of British beer that I ever drank, that first evening in England, and I remember saying, "Oh, so that's what beer tastes like!" However, I was immediately headed to East Anglia for a few months, lived in a small village near Norwich, and was exposed to a variety of local brews that changed my tastes forever. I don't know if I ever went into a Watney's pub again!

When I returned to the US, it was still nearly impossible for find a decent beer on tap. It was all still just "American pasteurized processed corn/rice-based beer-beverage product," like Budweiser (which I call "The Margarine of Beers.")

There has since been a revolution in craft breweries, of course, so finding actual beer isn't the challenge it once was...although there is still plenty of mediocrity to go around!

BTW, I am likely one of the few Yanks watching this who understands the Brick Lane/curry reference!

I remember the dreadful Pipkin Party 7, a huge can containing 7 pints and thoroughly dangerous to open. Cracking the beast normally resulted in drenching everyone nearby in beer.

The reason consistency was an issue, was down to bad practice. I grew up in a pub in the 70s which my parents ran for 14 years. Filtering spillage from the drip tray was common place for real ales. My dad was meticulous with his cellar work and only filtered like for like. I thought this was standard practice until I started working in other places. In one hotel, I had to filter everything,  except the cider into the one real ale (Springfield bitter) that included lager and Guinness. Probably the worse practice I witnessed, was working in a night club. They had a keg which was taken apart and filled 10 parts water to 1 part Guinness. Then gassed up. When it got to late on and most blokes were half cut,we were told to use that pump and serve it as lager. I only found that out as  I became good mates with bar manager and he told me the GM had told him to do that. Probably tasted on a par with red barrel lol

I started serious drinking as a student in 1966. I well remember drinking 8 pints of Double Diamond at 2/6 a pint and  for some reason. not touching alcohol at all for a month after that.

Was stuck in hospital in the 70s as a kid and all the old nurses and older patients on Christmas day had a bottle of Mackesons stout, brewed at the malt house Hythe, I believe?

I was given Guiness Sweet Stout when I was nursing in Hospital. I used to drink Watneys, Bass, Boddingtons, Youngers, Tennents, Newcastle Brown; but my favourite was MacEwens Export 80%. ❤️

I was in the navy and we had mcewans export in most messes. We called it the red death. It was bloody awful stuff. We used to cringe when drinking it. Never touched it since 1984 when I got an invite to the seamen’s mess. Hammered.