What's yours then?

[BigH]

Well, it's not racing, but it's beer...
Dale Jnr's lack of PC skills brings to mind some of the politically incorrect names of beers (usually dense and mysterious bitters) that I've come across over the years. Whether they'd make it to the states or not I'm not sure. But they should.
When the Firkin brewery/pubs first started up in the early eighties I remember them serving a tough little woody number called Sphincter Special, was was indeed Tourette inducing, as well as being very apt. I don't remember its exact specific gravity but I think think Buzz Aldrin simultaneously dropped a full half pint along with a feather in the Sea of Tranquility just to prove how reluctant Newton was to leave the Firkin & Ferret on most Friday nights. It seemed pretty conclusive to me at the time. I'm not sure that todays glossy theme pubs would allow a pump with "Sphincter Special" on their bar though. It's only a matter of time before the possibility of revealing the nude model behind the bags of salted nuts is lost. I still blame that sudden rush of furtive teenage salt intake for my hypertension.
Wasn't there a WytchWood brewery with some entertaining draughts?
H

[Andy Zarse]

Wychwood Brewery from Oxon? Nice drop of ale and they did some pretty natty advertising, which certainly struck a chord with me. They seem happy to poke fun at lagerboys. When I were a lad, my Dad used to call lager "pop" and to this day he maintains it's a girl's drink. Of course, the statement is open to challenge, but basically he's got a point when referring to weak tasteless crap like Fosters. It seems perfectly apposite to me that Fosters should be involved in F1 - it's all so false!

I, however, do appreciate the efficacy of the Krony they sell at Hell's Gate even if it tastes like cold sick even before you've thrown up in the hedge. (BTW Hell's Gate is the name we've given to the bar located outside the curcuit main entrance, just turn right and go under the motorway bridge). Many are the pre-race friday afternoons I've spent there striving for stratospherically inebriated status. Indeed I once got so drunk I'll swear I hallucinated and witnessed a hilarious car accident outside there....

Sorry.

Andy Z

[Andy Zarse]

Many are the pre-race friday afternoons I've spent there striving for stratospherically inebriated status.

Just to prove it:

[Andy Zarse]

I was not alone:

[Andy Zarse]

The ordinarily truly gorgeous, irrisitible-to-women Paul Zarse.

Anyway, I've been rabbiting on a bit here but my point is, amusing as any beer name might be, I always think the end result of "over-refreshment" can be a whole lot funnier.

[Fax]

Can't think of any with rude names but there's a brew called Bad Frog Ale, the label displays a green frog giving the universal single digit peace sign.  However it tastes more like dead frog ale.  Portland brewery Rogue's Dead Guy Ale is pretty tasty and has a clever label.
John

[Dark Warrior]

Andy

Below the belt.... However, perhaps I can tell a story involving ale, inebriation and accidents...

A few years ago myself and some colleagues travelled to Germany to take part in a sports festival with our twin town, in deepest Bavaria... At the welcome reception at the rowing club, the only ale that seemed to be available was Rauchbier, a local speciality as we were told... Now I have no idea about how this brew is made but its certainly an acquired taste... and how one acquires a taste for something that seemed, to have hints of Grimsby fish market on a hot  summers day on the nose and rancid bacon on the palate is beyond way beyond my comprehension...

However, not wishing to be rude we tucked in... Various drinking challenges were laid down and Blighty's honour was duly upheld... To finish off the evening, our generous hosts bought out a glass boot, which was filled and taken to the head of the table... The President of the rowing club took a sip and passed it to Renty, who proceeded to down the thing in one... much to the amazement of the Germans...

It was then gently explained that it was not another challenge but a social thing where everybody took a drop and passed it to the next man...

So Renty and Nobby thought they'd better fill the thing up in order that we didn't appear ungracious by asking one of the Germans to do it (as they'd been doing all of the serving seeing as we beat them in all of the drinking games...... )... So Renty's holding the boot, Nobby turns on the tap to the barrel and the large brass tap falls out... straight through the bottom of the boot...

Silence ensued, broken only by a German voice saying something which we were later told had the words 'old' 'years' hundred' and 'zwie' in it....

A shocker....

DW

[Steve Pyro]

Great tale DW, just choked on my Adnams Broadside.

Anyway, here's a goodun.

[jpchenet]

I'm partial to some Dicken's Cider!!!!!  

Seriously though, isn't it Wychwood who brew "The Dog's Bollocks"

[jpchenet]

Yep, it is!!

[Matt Harper]

I vaguely recall having a night on a noxious brew, which I believe was called Tanglewood......Tanglebrain would have been more apt.
It was a pithy, caremelly ale with a hint of raisins and paraquat - from Sussex, naturally.

[gibberish]

[quote author=Matt Harper link=board=1;threadid=2573;start=0#msg28246 date=1097117273]
I vaguely recall having a night on a noxious brew, which I believe was called Tanglewood......

Matt, I think you might be referring to Tanglefoot, brewed by Hall & Woodhouse, at the Badger Brewery.  And yes it does tangle the brain.  Wonderful stuff  

[Dark Warrior]

Another one I remember (albeit hazily) drinking whilst away camping in Zummerzet... was a cider called Cripplecock... A brew that made me (like Mr Zarse) undoubtably irresistable to women... but sadly did exactly what it said on the bottle....

[BigH]

... was a cider called Cripplecock...

I'm sure I once used a firm of Solicitors called Cripplecock, Brokenball & Deathgrip.

Andy, that photo should go on your passport.
H