The real Father Christmas?

Recently escaped from a North Korean prison camp or rescued from a shipwreck, and not having enough time to get much of a disguise together, could this be a frail and confused Santa Claus catching the train to Lapland?

Brighton bookseller

I'm told the man in RTs is the one who sells the "lovely books".

I like the way both the trousers and the threadbare Guernsey jumper are a size too small.

(This characterful independent bookseller obviously deserves respect and support, but I'm afraid he has to go in the "lunatic" category.)

Head-to-toe

"wHY do people keep trying to post lettters in MY MOUTh?? srry cant work thisdamn thing veyr well love dad"

Shopping for guns

...or looking for change?

Better hair, better trousers

The sender makes the observation that the red sock wearer on the left is likely to graduate to red trousers in time, once he has fully developed his self-confidence and bank balance.

Dress-down Friday

LOL!

A trouser for ALL occasions

Perhaps someone can beat this with a shot of someone wearing red trousers at a funeral?

On a mission

They can seem unremarkable, but I bloody love pictures like this. An affluent man in late middle-age wears his RTs for a bit of purposeful striding along an average city street. Simple and beautiful.

St Paul's protest

Presumably not a protester.

Traveling trousers

Thank you to Debbie who spotted this fellow at Heathrow recently.

A nice plush velvety corduroy offset by a solid tweedy coat. Also: trousers pleasingly a couple of inches too short.

(Although - and not wishing to be unkind here - I'm not sure the small-bag-over-shoulder look is quite the thing for a true Terracotta Warrior...)

Another one from Oxford

Strangers on a bridge

Wonderful! Try as they might, these two simply couldn't ignore each other. The man in the orange trousers was, perhaps unsurprisingly, Dutch.

Patrick Ekwall (Swedish Sports Journalist)

Many thanks to Erik for this one.

Apparently RTs in Sweden are known as "success trousers".

"Flashmen" cricket club dinner

A chip off the old block...

Um... Cockfosters?

Definitely a beer stain

Durham RT society

Loath though I am to encourage them, here is the St Cuthbert's Red Chino's society, of Durham University.

Admirably self-aware, although not  entirely tongue-in-cheek I suspect...

The Orange, Belgravia

Hats off to Abigail who had the nerve to get a good full-frontal of this not unscary Terracotta Warrior near Sloane Square.

MovemBEER update

G'Day Beer Lovers, I hope your attempts to raise awareness and funds for Men's Health initiatives is going as well as your no-Mo Growing is.

For those who don't know, MovemBEER is Beer Blokes very own fun and fuzz-friendly way to raise money for a good cause without having to subject your face to moustache-based attrocities that leave you looking like you've just joined (or recently escaped from) a religious cult. You know exactly what I mean.

Drink good beer instead. Make sure the beer has 'MO' soemwhere within in and pledge to donate the value of those beers to a Men's Health charity like Beyond Blue or Prostate Cancer Foundation or directly to a mate who is doing the real Movember.

Here are some of the beers that I have managed to squeeze into the frame;

MOntieth's Single Source MOuntain Goat Steam Ale MOrnington Pale Ale

all pretty obvious so far, huh?

What about these;

Victoria Pale Lager (this is not so much a beer I would be drawn to but it is certainly a Marketing Oddity)

McLaren Vale Vale Ale (a nicely balanced easy drinking ale with a nice hop character. They have been criticised for contract brewing despite promising to soon Make their Own)

and finally, and most obscurely ....

Kooinda Valhalla Golden Ale. You ready? Here goes. The Kooinda boys named their brewery Kooinda to sum up the origins of the company where four mates got together on weekends to brew beer in the backyard. Kooinda is an Aboriginal word meaning 'Happy Place'. The Aborigines presumably gave us this word because they had no further use for it. Same with the word for 'Let's Get Together and Have Fun' - MOomba!

I never said you had to be politically correct, did I?!

So you see, you can drink just about any beer and make it fit the criteria for MovemBEER. Send your best efforts to me and the best one, as judged by me, will win a signed copy of The Critics Choice - Australia's Best Beers.

Get drinkin'!

Cheers,
Prof Pilsner

Silly costume

Someone in this picture is dressed like a bit of a wally...

Tony Rushton

En vacances

One ‘mo’ excuse to have a beer

A year after the official Movember movement began and lots of blokes started growing moustaches and raising money for men’s health, Beer Blokes offered an alternative. MovemBEER was born.

As we are no doubt aware, some blokes just look plain dodgy when they don a Crumb Catcher and get out in public. From Adolf Hitler to Ivan Milat and Tom Selleck some men just shouldn’t wear a Soup Strainer beneath their nose.

MovemBEER has been offering a suitable and non kiddy-scaring alternative to growing selective facial hair. Don’t panic, you can still raise money for the official Movember or you can donate directly to Beyond Blue or any other charitable research foundation you choose. It’s just so simple.

“How do I do MovemBEER, Prof?!”

I’m glad you asked. You like to drink good beer, don’t you, that’s why you’re here?

“Sure do, Prof!”

Good. MovemBEER is all about drinking good beer.

“Surely there’s a catch?!”

Ooh! You’re good. Yes, there is a catch but it’s a small one. The beer has to fit the theme.

“Wha-a-a-a-a-HT!” That sounds difficult.

It’s not, silly. Just drink beers that have ‘MO’ in them somewhere or somehow. For example; MOosehead, MOretti Pilsner or MOuntain Goat. If you think a little laterally you can also include more obscure titles like any of Red Hill’s beers because they are brewed on the MOrnington Peninsula or any of Mornington Peninsula Brewery beers because, well, it starts with ‘MO’.

In years past I have managed to squeeze just about every beer I have downed into the ‘MO’ framework. Some are easy, some you need to look at by squinting your eyes and tilting your head while emitting a low hmmmmm – but you can do it.

Whatever you spend on these beers you agree to donate to either of the following;

Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia

Beyond Blue

A mate who is doing the ‘other’ Movember

For those looking to raise money and awareness without letting loose on the street many blokes who look as though they should be treading a well-worn path in a maximum security exercise yard, “Give That They May NOT Grow”.

If you are struggling to think of beers to fit the Modus Operandi (get it? M.O.??! Heh!?!) here are some links to the last four years of Beer Blokes MovemBEER posts to inspire you.

http://beerblokes.blogspot.com/2007/11/movembeer.html

http://beerblokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/mo-vembeer-results-from-last-year.html

http://beerblokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/movem-beer-09.html

http://beerblokes.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-to-get-mo-ving.html

Fixed Penalty Notice

"I'm sorry sir, but 'burgundy' is red as far as I'm concerned. You've got 14 days to appeal."

Upturned collar on tweed jacket

Thank you to James for this excellent shot, taken outside Waterloo station.

Ascot

Mademoiselle Anonymous writes: "I totally got caught out by the girlfriend. She knew exactly what I was up to." Excellent work Mme Anon! Collectively they're a sort of Public School version of those groups of Opal Fruit shirt guys from the 90s.

(I love the way the guy in blue trousers is all like "I win!")

Three cans of Stronglook, and a can of Red Trouser

Now this lad, who I'm told is called Graham, is either the world's most overdressed tramp or he's a very-much-not-tramp standing in front of some empty cans of cheap booze. You decide.

Blue suede shoes

Outside Lords

Churchwear

[something complimentary about his attractive wife, to hopefully take the edge off the massive invasion of privacy involved in posting this picture]

Blending in with one's natural surroundings

Rock

Rock in Cornwall, where this photo was taken, is of course one of the UK's premier Red Trouser towns.

Red bus red trousers

"CONGRATULATIONS! You are now the proud owner of a lovely pair of red trousers! Laundry instructions: 60 degrees, wash separately. Transport instructions: if you need to use a bus, make sure to get one of the little black ones with an orange light on the top. Under no circumstances get one of the big red ones with the fat people in."

Bracae Rufae Universitatis Oxfordiensis!

The photographer explains that the man seen sporting RTs here is "one of Oxford's most venerable academics".

Judging by the youthful pallor of the back of his neck and the fluffy bit of hair at the top, I'd say he was more of a wally undergraduate. Can anyone in Oxford confirm or deny?

At the Polo

At the Polo in Richmond. Guards Officer in RTs perhaps? Great result with the direct approach here. Thank you to JP for this one.

Something’s brewing out this way

For those not following my regular contributions to Australian Brews News (Australia’s best and most informative online magazine for beer and brewing news and opinion that I write for) you may have missed news of my coming event out in the outer Eastern suburbs.

I’ll be hosting a Journey Through Australian Boutique Beer out at the very nicely appointed Club Kilsyth in Bayswater North (my friends in the ‘inner’ suburbs, look it up in ya Melways – it’s there!) which I hope will be the first of regular beer events for those folk out east who have not had the easy access to good beer that we sometimes take for granted.

Together we will take a tasting paddle to five different styles, as represented by some of the country’s best craft beers, from a nice easy drinking lager through wheat beers, amber and APA through to porter. Accompanying finger food will be served as will a generous helping of Beer Blokes Beer Trivia and plenty of Q & A and general beer chat.

This is a great opportunity to support the craft beer scene and help spread the word out in the eastern region that places can serve more than just the standard mainstream offerings served by the jug.

I, for one, am looking forward to being part of it. Hope to see you there.

By the way, the reason that the guys at Club Kilsyth happened upon this idea was as a result of them coming all the way out to The Terminus Hotel for the very successful Gold Medal Beer Diner during Good Beer Week. We owe them one, don't you reckon?

You can make a booking by phoning the club on 9761 4233

Why we do what we do ...or, Beer Dinner at The Plough with Sam and the Sparrows

(Photo Eddie Jim from The Age)

There really is something to be said for the old adage that work is something you do when you’d rather be doing something else. Or something like that. However the saying goes it holds equally true that if you get to ‘work’ at something you really enjoy, you don’t question why it is – you just embrace it.

This version of ‘livin’ the dream’ was displayed by a handful of friends gathered around a table in a corner of an otherwise empty country pub about an hour out of Melbourne in the middle of last week. We had just shared the joys of a Beer Blokes Beer Dinner at The Plough where five very different beers had been craftily paired with five delicious courses, a tie-breaking trivia challenge, more than a little jolly banter and the addition of a very special guest.

Sam Fuss has been in the brewing caper for eleven years now (as those who had listened to her Radio Brews News podcast debut the previous week would already have known) and it seemed that her name had been mentioned more than once during the six previous dinners the Plough and Chef Mark Mills has held. So it was no surprise to see her warmly welcomed and made to feel well at home with a comfy couch by the fire and a chilled glass of amber happiness in hand by the time we were ready to roll.

Perhaps the fact that she came bearing a keg of her Red Truck Marzen explained the depth of the welcome? Sam regaled the 80-odd guests with tales of time spent with Little Creatures and Matilda Bay, of doorless delivery trucks and experimentation with ingredients like mint and cherry and coconut. All I can say is that her hand must have finished sore, so many vigorous handshakes was she subjected to as the guests left.

And here’s the point of the post. Sitting around over the last of the Red Truck – and perhaps a bottle or three of fine Australian red wine – it became apparent to me that doing what you love doing is the name of the game. Plough owner and Chef Mark Mills made the lifestyle decision to leave the hustle n’ bustle and head for the hills and plains of Myrniong, a shift that has been beneficial for his young family and for the locals as well.

Sam is the same. She is someone who is perfectly suited to talking about the passion required to make good beer and to watch her engage with the punters one-on-one is to watch someone doing just exactly what they love doing – and doing it well. There is so much of her own personality and style in her beers and in the way she approaches the challenges of brewing and you can’t help thinking that she moves a fair bit of beer just because she is able to instantly make friends. She will be the first to admit that she often has to stop and pinch herself that she actually gets paid to do all this.

Her travelling companion for the night, True South Events Manager Tanya Harrowell, was there to keep Sam company (but I have to secretly suspect she was there to see just how a beer tasting/food matching event is run by a seasoned professional). Having said that, spending some quality time with Tan made me realise a couple of things. One; True South is a definite ‘Go To’ destination for the whole hospitality and beer experience and has some pretty cluey staff on board and, two; Sam is a pretty darn good person to work with!

As to the title of the post? Let’s just say that “what happens at Beer Dinner, stays at Beer Dinner” and after a couple of late nights in Sydney, a delayed return flight and a peak-hour drive which got me to Myrniong just in time to take the mic and welcome the guests, a 4.30am finish was perhaps not what the doctor ordered.

(Photo from The Weekly Times)

But for people like Tan, Sam and Mark – I’ll always make an exception.

Cheers,

Prof Pilsner

The next Beer Dinner at The Plough Inn in Myrniong is one well worth setting time aside for. In an attempt to do a sort “Best of the Best” guests will be given two things – a scorecard and twenty beers. We will gather together as many of the beers as we have showcased over the last year and serve them one after the other with plenty of delicious finger food in order to find the People’s Choice Top 5 Beers.

Wednesday November 23^rd will see beers from around the globe, around the country and around the corner go head-to-head to see what all this beer thing fuss is about. Call Mark at The Plough to book - Phone: 03 5368 7173

Oh and Sam and Tan – can’t wait to do it all again!

Late season Panama

I told him I had taken his picture because he looked like my uncle, which is partly true. He didn't seem to mind.

An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scot walk into a bar...

While it might sound like the opening line to a politically incorrect joke it came to life in living, breathing, drinking colour recently when The Courthouse Restaurant in Berwick held its first Great British Beer Dinner.

When putting together a wishlist for beers to showcase for the average punter in the outer eastern suburbs it soon became apparent that some of the favourites were representative of the united Kingdom’s combined classics. With a reasonably large population of ex-pats living in and around Berwick it seemed logical to offer a taste of traditional and new world interpretations of regional styles and match them with similarly themed dishes.

As for the post title? I figured it was a logical step to match three traditional beer drinkers to their land of origin and, to this end, I convinced three mates to join me in selecting, presenting and drinking these fine beers. James Smith (The Crafty Pint, The Age and father of Good Beer Week) agreed to represent England even though he was born in Scotland and often secretly curses his father for moving the family from Fife before he had the chance to craft a fine Scottish accent.

Andrew ‘Shandy’ Gargan couldn’t say “YES!” quickly enough when asked to represent the rolling hills and rolling drunks of Scotland and promised to use all his skills as the host of The Local Taphouse’s Ale Stars beer appreciation sessions to regale the assembled diners with tales of beer history and Scottish lore. As a vegetarian, I promised not to make too much fun of him.

Chris McNamara may have an accent as laconic and broad as the Queensland beaches for which he yearns but his surname and his knowledge of beer was passport enough to get him the gig representing The Emerald Isle. Each lad was asked to suggest food matches for beers of their choosing and the stage was set for a night of fun and frivolity.

Kicking off with a Celt Cwrw Lager as a token representation of Wales (Tom Jones wasn’t available) we got straight into the first course of Scotch Pie with Clapshot and the gentle charms of Fraoch Heather Ale. Shandy’s tale of paternal loyalty and recipe protection had the room wondering as to the true nature of the Scotsman and his beer. (Without wishing to give away the ending if you don’t know the story – they all die)

Chris then regaled us with tales of youthful devotion to a cute Irish lass and how he felt a little giddy – not from her Emerald charms but from the near cardiac arrest-inducing qualities of a traditional Irish Fry and Boxty such as was paired with the Kilkenny Irish Ale. It was up to James to provide some semblance of history/culture/context to a night that was fast becoming a series of stories of drinking and misspent youth.

Not to be. James kicked off by reminiscing about the last time he was at The Courthouse and had to endure the double pain of being sat next to Shandy for the night AND having to drive an hour home and therefore unable to savour the joys of our extensive beer list. Tonight he was able to sip plenty of Samuel Smith’s Old Brewery Pale Ale with his beer battered fish supper & mushy peas.

We finished with a dish whose provenance seemed something of a mystery to the guests. Is Sticky Date Pudding an Irish, Scottish or English dish? Is it even originally from those parts? Some figured English merely because it has the word ‘pudding’ in it and that’s just about good enough for me. The beer we matched with it and a serve of homemade banana chip ice cream certainly WAS English – though far from traditional. Wells & Young’s Banana Bread Beer worked a treat with both the pud and the ice cream and of that there was no argument.

A very special ‘Thank You’ has to go to the boys – not the least for the trek of some two hours on public transport from their cosy, craft beer friendly inner suburbs – but for the generosity and compassion shown to those of us ‘East of Glenferrie’ who don’t have the world of good beer on our doorsteps. Their insights and anecdotes were well received, if only because it meant that the regulars didn’t have to listen as much to me.

The next Beer Blokes Beer Dinner at The Courthouse Restaurant Berwick is our famed Oktoberfest dinner and the boys have already revealed that they are at least 1/16^th German one and all.

Cheers

Prof Pilsner