Well hello there dear reader. I say reader as I’m
unsure if this humble little blog will reach the heady heights of plurals in
regards to my readership and if it doesn't then I’d like to say thank you for
the support Mum, and tell Kelly she’s a terrible wife for not reading this.
So I guess I should start at the start and define my
intentions, despite the fact that I hardly know what my intentions are yet.
Well my name is Chris, of that much I’m certain and I started this blog out of
a passion for all things cask ale. My palate and I have been on quite a journey
that started with humble beginnings 5 years ago when I took my first tentative
sips of bitter as I strayed from the gassy grips of mass produced convenience
alcohol and wondered blindly into the dizzying mazes of LocAles, Craft beers
and Continental concoctions. My daunted taste buds were ill prepared for that
voyage and I suppose this blog is my reaction to all that. I would anticipate not
so much a structured, diarised account of my findings but instead the random
scribbles of a man trying to make sense of the chaos he has staggered into.
What will I write as the blog progresses? Who knows? I
guess that depends on how my readers react (look at me daring to talk of
plurals! As I type my confidence already soars, dare I dream of a dozen
readers?) As I stand before you now I find myself a licensee of a humble pub in
Cardiff, The Goat Major: small but perfectly formed. It is a cask ale affair
that offers an honest menu consisting of homemade pies and nothing else. My
situation of course leads me to believe that snapshots of the Cardiff scene
will feature in my writings but also I hope more than this. Last year saw me casting my eyes wider than the street I’m on and that saw me attending beer
judging events in London, the wonderful awards dinner of the Guild of British
Beer Writers and winning an award for the best cask Ale pub in SA Brains and
this year has got off to a delightful start of being invited to a brewery to
create my own beer. All ideal fodder for the blogger in me I’m sure.
But is there even room in this field for another
aspiring beer writer to graze? Who knows? Maybe my dreams are the stuff of
pipes. Maybe there is nothing new under the sun to write about and if there
were maybe there are people out there far more qualified than me for the task
but all I know is I have to try. After all, where would I be if I never tried? Still
in Pontypridd probably. And I don’t want to be there. Those people scare me…
