My mother has guests and suggested going out to a local pub tomorrow. So I went and reconnoitred. Food, tick.
First tried a Whitstable Brewery Winkle Picker. Too close to the intense bitter hop fetish of nearby Faversham's Shepherd Neame for my taste. Couldn't possibly recommend that one to them.
Noticed that they had Villages' Rodeo on a tap, asked the landlord whether it would still be on tomorrow. No, he said, there was only about 3 pints of it left in the barrel. ''Shame'' I thought, Deptford's first brewery since 1905, etc, etc. ''I'll help finish it, then'' I said. Keg duly delivered a very bubbly fart into the bottom of the glass and died. Hmm. Not feasibly recommendabubble.
In the spirit of endeavour, I risked a 3 Sods Mudpuddler black IPA. This immediately fell foul of the Tirades Description Act because there was no way it was an IPA. More an intensely dry caramel and barley stout.
Defeated, I had a Gypsy Hill Hepcat, listed as a session IPA. First impression was that the beer was off. second impression was that the beer was definitely on. A hop tablecloth, on which had been laid, first elderflowers, then apples, and finally a whole load of remarkably-unbitter grapefruit. Well, at least I know what I'm having tomorrow.....
I claim another 3 for the accumulator. (Which takes me beyond 147, or the equivalent of a third of the way into June. Like the weather....)