The Day began with a better than expected Curry was served at Dakhin in Candleriggs, a short walk from The Briggait where the First Glasgow Real Ale Festival in Yonks was being held. The Majority of The Company had agreed that today we would be Paying Customers, and enjoy what was left of the Bier. There was Plenty of Ale left. Dark Star’s (Partridge Green, West Sussex) American Pale Ale had finally come on, that would keep The Company amused for a while.
Craig had decided to work another full day at the Fest. Neil too turned up for Duty. Howard, Dr. Stan, Jonathan and Kenny were Duty-bound to work. Euan was working too. Tracey would keep Howard Happy. Where was Robin?
Mr. Holden and Mr. Boyd were hard at work at The Cider Bar, though Ricky would have to leave us mid-afternoon. There was a chance this Festival might now make a Profit. This left Hector, Yvonne and Mags as The Three until the arrival of The Reasonable Club, Craig’s – Other Company.
Has Bernard gone yet?
Today Neil and Stewart both had a shot at Pulling their First Hand-pumped Ale. A Handy Skill at a Beer Festival. Next Year…
From the Conception of G-RAF it was decreed that there shall be no Live Music, indeed it was felt that No Music was required at all. In Bayern where The Majority are seated by The Thousand, Bands make the day. We have all observed that at British Beer Festivals as soon as The Band starts, the Punters leave the Main Room. It is also Profit straight out the door paying for a Band. I had previously congratulated The Organisers for letting us Chat and not be Blasted.
Imagine my Shock when the Caledonian Brewery Pipe Band emerged from The Toilet Corridor to entertain The Assembly. At least The Sets were short and the Tunes were different form the Standard Hampden Park Fayre.
Scapa Flow (Highland Brewing, Swannay, Orkney) replaced the American Pale Ale. Oakham’s (Peterborough, Cambridgeshire) Scarlet Macaw was wiped out and Citra never appeared. Kenny may have more to say on this.
Once more, over Five Hundred Peeps had crossed The Threshold, and probably more. The Organisers were well-pleased. Taking over all off the SECC next year was mentioned. Olympia! said someone who was getting carried away. Yes indeed – Hector offered – and lets get a Sponsor to Fly Everyone down to London. The Briggait is an Excellent Venue and held the Numbers in relative Comfort. More Benches and Tables could surely be provided, but this Fest already had more than the Norm at a Scottish Beet Festival.
Time flies when One is Having Fun. Hector always had One Eye on The Clock. An early rise, a flight.
When the Festival was Officially Closed, my Staff Badge was put to good use. However, I declined the offer of Pizza, Italia calls…
