Archive for August 2010
Get a taste of the Hotpots
It isn’t often you see people in flat caps outside a pub in Nuneaton in this day and age. To wear one outside The Crew bar may be perceived as looking for a good kicking.
But, in honour of Lancashire’ finest folk band, the good people of Nuneaton made an exception.
The Lancashire Hotpots are a modern day folk band who have been gaining a steady following all over north and central England. Their upbeat, sing-a-long tunes deal with modern issues, such as Chavs, Emo types, Ikea, chips, and myspace.
They are also fiercely proud of their heritage, talking the talk and dressing like tinkers. They came with a following of about a dozen, all dressed the part. But what did the people of Nuneaton think of them?
Although a bit wary at first, and unsure of the accent, they soon got into the spirit of the evening, which was just to have fun, dance and sing along. Soon they were dancing, conga-ing and joining in like honorary Lancastrians.
The Lancashire Hotpots are Bernard Thresher, Bob Wriggles, Dickie Ticker, Billy McCartney (“The only thing to come out of Merseyside that’s working”), and Kenny Body. A founder member, Willie Eckerslike, passed away in May, aged only 38.
They were formed in December 2006 in Saint Helens, Lancashire. They soon became favourites on local radio and played several open-air festivals. In later years they featured on Colin Murray’s show on Radio One.
Their latest album, Criminal Record, is due for release later this year.
http://www.myspace.com/thelancashirehotpots
Copyright Nick Gilmartin 2010
Chase Gin Cocktail Competition
Well I’ll tell you why I like Mondays, because I tend to end up sampling some gorgeous drinks courtesy of the best Bar tenders in the Midlands.
And this week was no exception. Williams Chase Gin provided the sponsorship for the latest round of the Midlands Mixology competition. This month there was a much larger turn-out, with Bartenders turning up from all over Birmingham. Eleven contestants in total.
Chris Hoy set the running with a blush coloured drink with a fair head of froth. He was the only one to use a highball glass.
Others were very creative with their drink ware. One guy used a hollowed out apple. Bex O Neill used a strange hybrid of cocktail glass and tea cup. Where she found them I know not.
Ash Lambert suffered no disasters this month and produced his drink with ease. It was a three tone drink with a frothy head and a slightly bitter edge.
Egg white seems to be the ingredient of choice at the minute and was used in several of the cocktails entered. This was a cause for concern for Rob Wood, the official, who reminded everybody that raw egg can be dangerous and should be emasculated before consumption, by adding sugar.
Contestant continued to enter, even as the competition was going on, the last man producing a slightly ad-hoc pink concoction that, to my surprise, was rather tasty.
But the winner, on his home turf, was Amen Snare Johal. His amazing drink had caught the taste-buds of the judges with it’s bursts of flavour and colour. The guy was naturally ecstatic, there was no calming him down for nearly half an hour.
Still it was a good opportunity to network, meet fellow drink enthusiasts, ok alcoholics, and learn new tricks and tips. Good day had by all.
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I quit!
Actually I havn’t but boy have I thought about it a lot lately.
But the art of telling someone where to stick their job has been taken to a whole new level this week.
Firstly, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Steven Slater, air steward. Now dealing with the general public in transit is a stressful occupation. We have all seen airline, the rows, the idiots and so on, but we never had to deal with it personally. Steve did it every working day.
Steve was having a bad time anyway, lets make that clear. He had family worries and really could do without two women arguing over an overhead locker as the plane taxied to a halt at JFK airport. He went over to intervene but was told in no uncertain terms where to get off.
At this point the red mist descended.
Steve tore off his nasty airline tie, grabbed the microphone and launched into an expletive-laden tirade against the two women and the airline industry in general. After which he grabbed a very well earned beer, opened the door, pulled the inflatable chute and slid his way to freedom. Geezer!
Sadly he was arrested at his home a few hours later on charges of criminal mischief, reckless endangerment and other crimes against fun. He is currently on bail and awaiting trial.
To support his case follow this link:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Free-Steven-Slater/144193358941536?ref=search
But my gold medal for sticking it to the man has to go to this little sweetheart. All we know is her name is Jenny and she was having a lot of hassle at the firm of brokers where she worked. Just follow the pictures all the way down.
A round of applause please!
For more funny stuff please check out http://www.thechive.com so I don’t feel too bad about stealing their photos.
If workplace stress is causing you hell please do get help. Just don’t ask me for a job.
Bacardi Training
This drinking on a Monday afternoon business is becoming a bit of a habit.
This week I was off to Nottingham on a quest to improve my cocktail knowledge . I was directed to a small doorway with a Chinese lantern over it on a side street. So far so seedy, but who is complaining, right?
Deep in the catacombs of Nottingham town I found myself in a bar that had been turned partly into a film studio. Gathered in the room were some of my fellow Brummies and one or two luminaries of the Bartending world.
The boss on the day was Laura Samra, account manager for Bacardi. She introduced the lecturers for the day, none other than Alex Turner and Ben Reed.
Now these two Gentlemen are what you would call Bartending Royalty. Formerly of the International Playboy Bartenders, they have expanded to set up companies of their own. They have traveled the world and worked in some of the best bars and clubs on earth. Lucky sods.
The first hour was dedicated to how to set up the bar to optimize efficiency. It sounds simple but if you start off with properly prepared equipment you will have an easier night. That means clean jiggers, proper tools, enough clean glasses, good size pieces of ice, enough garnish and enough change.
Or to use my mnemonic, C-I-G-S-S. To explain:
Change, Ice and lemon, Glasses, Staff and Stock. Your five main priorities.
From there Ben Reed took over the lecture. His topic was the effects of Alcohol on the body. Frankly it dispelled a lot of the myths of what we view as hangover cures. Basically there arn’t any. Your body will absorb the alcohol as slowly as it likes and sod anything else.
We also saw this video explaining why drinking and driving really isn’t a good idea:
He went into detail of which parts of the body are affected by alcohol and exactly how.
After lunch in the impressive Coco Tang cafe it was back to class, and this was the fun bit.
For the next hour and a half we were taught ten of the greatest cocktails from around the world. Some of the training was done via video screen and the practical demonstrations were done behind the bar in the room. Each of us had a turn at making a drink with the aid of the country’s best bartenders.
My first effort was the classic Bloody Mary. Traditionally made with vodka and tomato juice, I blend it with cracked black pepper, salt, and a variety of sauces. Some shake it, some just stick in in the glass and stir. I like to shake it.
The Louisiana Jam really caught the attention of my tastebuds. This is a potent meeting of Southern Comfort, mint, apricot jam, lemon and sugar mix. You mix them up in a jam jar with ice and serve with more crushed ice. And, oh boy, is it good? It’s good.
The Negroni was a cocktail I didn’t instantly fall in love with. It is made from Campari, an exceptionally bitter Italian liquor, originally made as a health tonic. Into it you add soda and sweet red vermouth. Add ice and a good slice of orange.
The Mojito is one of my favourite cocktails to drink, but my least favourite to make, as it is such a faffy affair. But the end result is a crisp clean drink that slips down just a little too easily.
The Paloma came next. I could tell you what was in it, but I won’t. Instead I will hand you over to an expert:
After class we took a break and had a look around Nottingham town, and explored a few of it’s bars. Brass Monkey was the first on our tour, a small, very cocktail orientated bar managed by Christian Tyrel. In 2008 he was chosen as Nottingham’s best bartender, in it’s best bar, no less. Go see him, his drinks are amazing.
The last place we saw was truly an experience. Bad Juju bar is a real, honest to goodness Tiki lounge, complete with shelves full of strange exotic rums, strange exotic bar staff, and Carribean themed decor. The drinks they made there were strange and amazing, with flaming oranges sitting on top of the drink served in a pint glass.
It was while drinking a Zombie that I finally sat down with Ben Reed for a quick chat:
At that point I had to leave, which was a terrible shame, but my parking fee was now upwards of £20. But hey, what a way to spend the day. Cocktail training with the Jedi masters of the trade, getting to taste their drinks, and going for drinks after.
I am starting to remember why I like this bartending lark.


















































