Fourpure Brewing Co, Bermondsey Trading Estate, Rotherhithe New Road, London, SE16 3LL
When Daniel Neilson of Original Gravity & Rob Davies of Fourpure Brewing Co asked me if I’d like to host a talk as part of the brewery’s second birthday party I couldn’t say no. “What sort of thing do you have in mind?” I asked, innocently. “Something about beer blogging?” Rob mused. “I know – you’re launching two new beers, how about we review them live and then put it on the INTERNET!” I barely thought about it as the words exploded from my mouth. “Brilliant, great idea! See you in two weeks.”
That was that, I had agreed to put together an article reviewing Northern and Southern Latitude, the two beers being released to coincide with the Bermondsey brewery’s second birthday, live in front of an audience. Why do I do this to myself.
So, at 4pm on Saturday the 14th of November (that’s this coming Saturday) I’ll be putting together a beer review live at the brewery. Of course there’s a twist, there has to be right? The idea of watching a guy sit, drink beer and write about it sounds monumentally dull, right? Right. No, this time YOU will be generating the content from start to finish, as I try and somehow piece the whole thing together within an hour. We’ll need catchy copy, cutting edge tasting notes, eye-catching photography and a snappy conclusion. Think of it as being like a modern day Challenge Anneka only with more beer and less jumpsuits.
All you need to bring is yourself and your best pair of drinking shoes. We’re against the clock and will be starting at 4pm sharp – so don’t be late.
There’s also a heap of other great stuff happening at Fourpure from 10am to 10pm. Highlights include the launch of Original Gravity’s latest issue (their last of 2015) and an ‘alternative history of beer’ with Adrian Tierney-Jones and Daniel Neilson at 7pm, complete with punk rock soundtrack. Plus there’ll food from Cardona and Son, a live brew on the Fourpure pilot kit and great beer being poured all day long.
See you at 3.55pm, when I’ll inevitably be pulling my hair out and swearing a bloody curse to the gods of Wi-Fi connectivity.