Me. Yesterday.
One of the things that angers me most about this month’s fresh assault from the neopros is the timing of it. In January loads of people give up booze for a month, they’re thinking about how much they drink (even Glyn at the Rake is scaring himself silly about this) so let’s hit people while they’re vulnerable and scare them.
What makes me angry about this is that it misses the point – heavy drinkers such as me and The Beer Widow do occasionally like to prove to ourselves that we don’t have a drink problem, and whatever your views on units etc. no one can argue that it does your body good to lay off the sauce for a while. Via the twisted logic of the neopros, the very fact that we feel the need to do this – to plan a month where we don’t drink and prove to ourselves that we can go without – is proof that we do have a problem. You just can’t win with these guys. It’s like saying that if someone goes on a diet and loses weight, this proves they are still fat.
Two weeks in, I’m 9lbs lighter and feeling great (that’s not just off the beer – it’s also a diet consisting mainly of seeds, vegetables, pulses and owl pellets). But for the record, I have had no cravings – either physical or psychological – for alcohol. I haven’t had that naggy, itchy feeling when you think, “Ooh, I could really do with a drink.” Not once. Not even when I’ve been quite stressed – and when I do drink too much, it’s usually stress related. To me, rather than proving I have a drink problem, this proves I don’t have one. I’m sure thousands of other people are feeling the same way right now. And that’s one big reason why I’m so angry about the timing of this neopro assault.
But I am missing beer. I’m missing the taste and smell of it. I’m missing going down to the cellar and looking along the rows of bottles and not letting myself think about it too hard, but just letting my appetite or my subconscious decide what’s going to go best with whatever’s bubbling away on the hob. I’m missing leaning on the bar at the White Hart while my pint of Tribute, three quarters poured, settles a little while the smiling barperson goes off and gets the Beer Widow’s half of Leffe. I’m missing the wet half-moons on the varnished table top. I’m missing going down the the Rake and the slight lift in the stomach and tightening of the throat that betray my excitement the millisecond before I look along the bar and see what’s on draught.
Last night was my biggest test yet. One of the agencies I do some work for (the guys who designed the new M&S range) were having a belated Christmas party. I’m currently helping them out a bit on an exciting project around speciality beer, and they asked me to do a beer tasting session for them before the party proper got under way.
When I agreed to do this, I thought well, I’ll have one night off. That won’t do any harm. And it wouldn’t have. But then as the event drew closer, I thought, I wonder if I could actually do this without drinking? Do I have the willpower? Can I do a good event? Why not?
The audience was mainly beer novices, so I chose the theme “So you think you know beer”. The intention was to challenge the simple ‘cold fizzy lager versus warm, flat ale’ misconception that many people still have about beer. So I lined up, in order, the following:
- Zatec lager – a lager that tastes like lager, an uncompromised expression of a true pilsner
- Harviestoun Bitter and Twisted – the same colour as the Zatec, but much more body and aroma despite being 4.2% to Zatec’s 5%, to get them thinking about the difference between ale and lager
- Worthington White Shield – to talk about bottle conditioning, and because it is one of the five greatest beers in the world
- Goose Island IPA – to talk about hops, and because it’s also one of the five greatest beers in the world
- Dogfish Head Midas touch – to talk about the history and evolution of beer, and broaden the parameters of what it might be
- Brooklyn Dark Chocolate Stout – to talk about malt, and to open up a hint of ‘extreme’ beer (even though it’s not that extreme by most aficionado’s standards, it’s pretty out there for your average drinker)
- Harviestoun Ola Dubh 40 Year Old – to show the innovation that’s happening and to leave conventional notions of what beer is and tastes like as a dwindling speck in the rear view mirror
- Cantillon Rose de Gambrinus – to fuck with their heads and make them cry
I adore each and every one of these beers. With each one, I poured it, talked about it, held it to the light, swirled it, sniffed it, talked about the aroma, asked what flavours people were getting, stuck my nose deep into the glass… and then put it down on the table. I didn’t take a single sip.
I proved to myself that I can appreciate beer and be in close contact with it without drinking it.
And given that the audience enjoyed it, I proved I can give an entertaining beer tasting without drinking it.
So why did I feel like such a fucking idiot afterwards? Why did I feel like a bloke who’s found a wallet with £1000 quid in it and handed it in at a police station – knowing you’ve done the right thing, but feeling slightly foolish for having done so?
And then I woke up this morning, feeling fantastic, and discovered I’ve lost 1lb more.
I’m halfway through the detox, and have no intention of repeating last night’s self-denial when I’m back on the sauce. But long term I am going to cut out the three bottles in front of the telly on a rainy Monday night, the three pints in the pub after work just because it’s on the way home, the pint of Kronenbourg in a not very nice pub in the middle of town because I’ve got half an hour to wait before my meeting and I just might as well have one. I’ll do all of these occasionally, but not all the time.
If I do that, I’ll never again have to do something as stupid as pouring away the eight beers listed above, untouched, untasted.
The Rake misses you too Pete, takings are down about 80%. 😉
I used to give up alcohol every February (it's a shorter month), but then I though: "Why am I bothering? I'm not losing weight, and I'm not feeling any better."
Strangely, when I moved to Abu Dhabi, I lost almost a stone in the first three months, not because I wasn't drinking – beer is available here if you want it, though most of it is rubbish – but because I was exercising more (walking home about three miles almost every night; walking about the city in 40C heat) and in particular I wasn't doing the munchies, coming home after drinking and eating more because the alcohol had stimulated my appetite. THAT'S what piles the pounds on, and keeps them on.
Being that you're the poster boy, beer writer in this country, it's a good idea that you lose a few stone. You don't want the Neo-Prohibitionists to use you as an example of a drunk, bloated, beer writer. Any chance you and Roger may start jogging together??
"Poster boy beer writer"? Why, thanks very much, Spud. You're not wrong though – target of two stone off by the end of the year, and then I'll feel a little happier in that role.
As for Roger – one of the most annoying things about him is he's one of those blokes who can tuck a shirt very tightly into belted trousers and have no bulging belly whatsoever, so I'm not expecting him to join me on WiiFit any time soon.
Can't help feeling that talking about, and sniffing beer, without tasting it is a little like voyeurism.
Seriously, I like to control my intake of all things that are considered bad in a regulated and balanced way all year round. Be it fat, sugar, salt or alcohol. The trouble is, I'm not sure it works…..
Ah, but I have a cask to finish.
Jesus. that's one test – I probably couldn do that, sorry! I think about this all the time, but justify my intake as I keep active. If the excercise finished, and I saw my belly rapidly expanding, I'd have to have a word with myself though. Weight gain – the elephant in the room of every beer writer?
You could have used a spitoon.
Pete the Rake probably still has Cantillon on tap. Every time I visit I am still gob smacked it's there. You need to try that. It is a big enough ber to continue drinking on.
Oh give you an e-mail if you intend on releasing those fine beers you acquired which you were telling me about at the Rake with Glyn a few weeks back.
Mate, you're a better man than I. I went off the sauce for 2 months training for a hike a couple of years ago. Felt fantastic to be honest (ah our relationship with beer is complex…..) and lost 8kg. My undoing? I had to give a beer tasting! My favourite Australian beers. Unlike you I couldn't resist, and thought I would look a prat if I didn't join in.
The interesting thing is that I didn't enjoy the beers as much as I used to. They tasted, well, beerey, in a bad way, and not as tasty as I remembered. I didn't enjoy them as much.
It was a bit scary really, because for a moment, in a small way I had the perspective of a person who doesn't drink beer having a beer person trying to force it down their throat. Beer people like to think the non-beer person isn't educated, but really in some sense I think the beer person is just addicted (GASP), as alcohol is a drug, and the beer person's brain lights up with glee when they drink a beer and the non-beer person's doesn't and all beer tastes and smells like rancid dregs the day after a party.
All this was a bit much so I forced down the beers, kept drinking and it was all forgotten within a few weeks after which I became 'educated' again and went back to work teaching the ignorant.
Scary stuff.
David