The switch from cider (well, Blackthorn, to be precise) to beer was made in my cousin's lounge in about 1985. Cider didn't travel well around the canal system so beer was a better drinking option for holidays. The guy from Lancashire felt that perhaps he could get me to like beer, if he could only find the right one. Quite a tricky job in Bristol in the 80's - good beer wasn't exactly littering the streets.
So it was a wine glass full of Theakston's Old Peculier from a small bottle.
I can't say that I loved it from the start but I did get a sense that beer was something you needed to persist with.
Fast forward about 25 years.
The Royal Oak in Southwark. I'd just met S and he thought I'd like the interior of the pub, and he could introduce me to the beer of his youth.
You never know where a single drink can lead.
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