You know it. We know it. Craft rope is AWESOME! You want to know more? You want to know about its history and how it's now been twisted into something AWESOME!

Then sign up NOW for our tutored session!

Your guide* will make you suffer entertain you with a multimedia-socially-networked-crowdsourced presentation **  that features:

- the history of traditional old rope and its crafters

-  a fully interactive session on how the building blocks of old rope are brought together in the magical equation of yarn + strand +  twist = rope.

- the myths stories behind how the export of old rope to India revolutionised the market for old rope

- how old rope now inspires a whole new generation of AWESOME braided rope artisans who work with cutting-edge materials in a converted nuclear bunker to supply hand-crafted new rope to the discerning new rope aficionados (and Tesco)

The price includes three samples of locally sourced old rope for you to love and cherish. And, maybe, pass on to your grandchildren***




* Identity of guide is subject to availability and whoever's written a blog we liked that week. Red trousers available in Camden only. Ironic beard and tattoos available at all venues.

** Words and pictures from Wikipedia

*** old rope may rot to buggeration if not kept within tight quality control parameters. And we don't know what those parameters are. Sorry.


Note - any resemblance between this lame parody and certain beer tasting experiences that really ought to know better is purely intentional. But it's not the one you're thinking of. Honest. >

The Oxford Companion to Beer is flawed, but it doesn't actually detract from collective beer knowledge.

High Strength Beer Duty will not kill off high-gravity beers, be they contemporary styles or historic brands.

Beer style is neither a shibboleth nor a necessity.

The problem of over-analysing a niche within a niche is, sometimes, you can't spot that you're stuck in a tight downward spiral.

If you find yourself getting splenetic over beer, remember.

It's beer. It can be studied and debated and slagged off and lionised and loved and hated.

But at the end of the day, it's brewed to be drunk.

Take a breath. Take a deep breath. And have a beer.

"If I'm the one to throw you overboard / At least I showed you how to swim for shore"



Keen-eyed readers will note that this is a heavily-edited version of the original post. That's because, after a bellyful of ale, I often mistake 'publish' for 'draft'. So now there's less lyrics and swearing, more cogency. Hopefully. >