|Baby Roots cardigan|
Last weekend, Patrick and I went to Manchester to the National Winter Ales Festival. We set off in the chucking rain, the M62 is most unpleasant to drive down in that kind of weather I must say. We arrived in the chucking rain and it was still chucking with rain when we left the Premier Inn on Saturday morning. However, we didn't go to sunbathe, we went to drink lots of lovely dark winter ales. Mission was accomplished most satisfactorily. As usual we met some nice people and had a giggle with them. One group of lads had brought along their lager drinking friend to try and convert him and he wasn't much impressed. However as an ex-lager drinker myself I understand that it does take a while for your palette to adjust to drinking alcohol that actually tastes of something rather than just being wet and fizzy. On reflection though, dark and flavourful winter ales probably are not the best introduction to a real ale drinking career! He would be better at a summer ales festival I'm sure but I doubt he'll give it another chance. He did make a very valid point though and one which I have often made myself. Where the hell do some of these people hide when they are not stalking around beer festivals? Seriously there are some people who at best could be described as "characters" but really are just a little bit weird. There are the usual anorak, back-pack carrying oddities but also some very strange looking people, like the little guy with the leather trousers, leather waistcoat, leather cowboy hat and aviator sunglasses...indoors...in Manchester. He would look ok cruising Route 66 on his chopper maybe. I really wanted to try to take some surreptitious photos of some of the "characters" but it would have been too obvious. Although lager boy did grab Mr Leather & Sunglasses and insist on having a photo taken with him, I should have taken one too.