I met a couple of friends yesterday afternoon, with the intention of having a wander through Bermondsey’s impressive micro-breweries. It’s a great way to spend a few hours – if you like beer – though my last visit taught me preparation is key.
For one thing, I was chilled to the bone. The breweries are often located in railway arches and are, as such, pretty much arctic most of the time. A number lack any significant inside seating, so you end up supping your pint outside.
Yesterday, I prepped by wearing my very cosy Uniqlo thermals: a pair of full length thermal leggings and a long-sleeved thermal t-shirt – all under my clothes. I left my apartment and stepped into the chilly London afternoon, confident I’d remain warm and toasty.
What happened was slightly different.
We ended up going for lunch (a sensible, adult move before sinking multiple pints) in a pub and I very quickly realised I was getting too warm. No matter how many layers I took off. We then moved on….to another pub. And we looked out the outside drizzle and dark skies and decided, after our first beer, that we’d simply stay where we were and wander down Bermondsey’s beer mile another time.
As a result, I found myself in a warm pub, drinking cold beers, but sweating like Prince Andrew in the middle of an ITV interview.
Obviously, it wasn’t possible to remove the leggings. So I just took off a couple of my upper layers and fanned myself like a southern belle waiting on a pitcher of iced tea.
The selection of beers at The Raven, where we ended up, was impressive and I enjoyed something different each round. These included an oatmeal stout, a grapefruit pale ale, some Beavertown Neck Oil (always a fave) and some Lagunitas IPA. All very tasty. You can see my beer ratings on the Untappd app. I’m MacPsych on that social network too.
We were very mature, it has to be said. No beer racing, lots of good conversation, plenty of people-watching and out the door by 8pm. I managed to squeeze in an episode of The Crown when I got in, after making some vegetarian chilli for my dinner.
All after stripping out of the thermals at the earliest opportunity.
Top quality adulting, if I do say so myself.