Happy Apple Day. There was a parade, people dressed up like apple trees, wearing all manner of food on themselves. There was Barry at the cider stall 4 deep all day.
I have never been to apple day before, this was the first year that The Rake had opened because the event was mainly happening in the Jubilee market. Not much point to us opening really but we had fun, wrote a poem in honour of the day and met a very nice brewer from Telluride Colorado who signed the 'Brewers Wall'.
The icing on this particular day was possibly the stupidest customer I have ever come accross, didn't this guy know that it's bad form to sip from a pint then ask for a top up? Stay in The Wenlock mate.
With all the happiness we were feeling from the customers we decided to write a poem about Apple Day, here it is, a collaborative effort from three staff and one customer, hope you enjoy it.
The apples are crapples,
The rotten apples rule the mar't,
They're pretty on the outside,
But inside smells of fart,
So, just don't bobbin' go there!
The beer is the gear,
Drink lots of it, don't fear,
It's more fun than a sack of big shiny cox,
And next week we're selling lambics from a box!
The liver is evil and must be punished,
but not by filthy cider,
So ingnore the parade outside,
And get some beer inside ya!
Burn all the tickers,
in big giant wickers,
Especially the cheesus,
Which cheese goes with apple?
We don't care, it's all Crapple!
So that's apple day, bring on next sunday when we have a Beer Festival to open for, I for one am very excited about this even though I have a dead tongue (Cheers Boggle!).
Hopefully see you all there, even if you don't like lambics there'll be something for you, so continuing the poetry theme....
Don't be Shy,
Give Lambics a try!