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.