A pint of Boogie Van IPA from Hackney Brewery.  5.5% ABV.  A good strength; good golden colour; nice frothy head like spume on a wild coastal shore or cotton grass on the top of a sphagnum bog.

Boogie is one of those words, which I have grown up with, but which I never feel as though I have fully inhabited.  It is a word that has passed me by; a design for living that is enacted by someone else and in a different place.

The film Boogie Nights by Paul Thomas Anderson: never seen it.  The painting Broadway Boogie Woogie by Piet Mondrian: not my favourite Mondrian.  The song Boogie by boy band Brockhampton: never heard of either them or their music.

I recognise that these are entirely my own failings; nothing to do with the boogie.

Well, at least I can now add one Boogie to my credit list.  Boogie Van: a very decent drop.

© Beery Sue

Beery Sue doesn’t blame it on the boogie.