Froth.

I’m normally a very placid man but some things get me frothing at the mouth, one of those which does get me slightly irate is when I order a pint of lager and it comes up with a considerable percentage of the total as froth as is the custom in Europe.

Now I don’t want to suggest this is the main reason for the United Kingdom leaving the European Union but it must have played a contributory part, for we in this country do not like drinking froth, for when froth has finished frothing and gone back to liquid form we find ourselves looking at only three quarters of a pint of beer.

“Three quarters of a pint, at these prices, why that’s daylight robbery,” an expression one doesn’t want to hear in any hostelry, or inn, as the next step will probably be fisticuffs and the whole place erupting into a violent melee.

I have noticed when travelling abroad that folk on the continent of Europe are far more willing to accept a glass of froth in place of a full measure, which as they have a tendency to drink from small half pint glasses means there is virtually nothing in the glass, which may explain the statistic that Europeans get less drunk than us Brits. I rather suspect they might become as inebriated as us if only they could get a full glass of alcohol in the first place.

The continentals habit of drinking coffee also sways the statistics, for it is dam hard to get drunk when drinking coffee. Strangely, cappuccino, latte etc, are yet more drinks where a considerable proportion of their make up is air, which makes me wonder how on earth it became so popular in Britain, as I mentioned before we are not keen on paying for froth.

I’m not sure which is more expensive, comparatively speaking, frankincense, myrrh, gold, printer ink, or cappuccino, I think they all have enormous profit margins.

Quite odd, this modern trend to want to pay more for something made of froth, rather like the trendy up market restaurants who place foam, as they rather euphemistically describe it on dishes and charge a considerable amount for the pleasure. Personally I shall forego the vastly expensive froth, firstly it is mostly air, secondly it doesn’t make a dish worth another seventeen pounds and lastly it looks like the chef has spat on the plate.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse. I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

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1 Response to Froth.

Ade-Oluwa says:

12/04/2018 at 10:38 am

😂😂I must say, I have missed your rib cracking posts. I don’t drink alcohol, but I drink nonalcoholic malt drinks. Malt drinks tend to be frothy. Half froth, half liquid; which doesn’t help if you are thirsty. Few weeks back, I bought malt of 50cl and had it poured into my plastic bottle to drink later. By the time I got home and all the gas plus froth had escaped, I had a pitiful amount of liquid left, just enough to fill a teacup. Needless to say, I have lost my obsession for malt — at least for now.