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At last, June feels actually like June: twenty-four Celsius late on this afternoon rounded off a pleasant day all round. We went over to The Bull, Biwmares for lunch, where, again to my dismay, the Bass was off once more. I settled for a perfectly fine pint of local ale, which in any other context would be lauded for its qualities. But when you want a pint of Bass, you want a pint of Bass, and nowt else will cut it. I'd have it mandated by statute that the stuff should have protected status; be compulsorily for sale in all pubs, hotels and other hostelries; and have a dedicated, brewery-trained cellarman attached to each outlet, with no other duties to perform save nurturing the finest pint of the golden nectar possible for the consumption of its doting audience. This is as close to a secular religion as one could imagine. The strangest thing here in North Wales? The pubs are closing as fast as the chapels: makes no sense whatever to me...
 

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  1. Anonymous25 June 2024 at 09:18

    Asynchronous beer & spirits taxes, courtesy of the Tories, which coupled with the economies of supermarkets means that pubs are NOT what they used to be and a nexus of the village (and they ARE a village level resource) as for Chapels: maybe people are waking up to the fact that ALL religions are cons!
    ATB
    Joe

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  2. sideways25 June 2024 at 17:43

    I would tend towards a more nuanced approach, and my pubs/chapels thing was an ironic observation on the secular/religious dichotomy, but point taken on the tax front...

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