Barley Mowat 

These are truly wondrous times we inhabit. Medical progress is sprinting along; new and marvellous technological wonders burst into existence, mediocrity and obsolescence with frightening haste (but mostly in Japan) and we take for granted every-day abilities and devices that likely would have gotten you declared a witch and burnt at the stake as recently as 1993.

But all this has come to a peak. Humanity has, at last, achieved a spire of magnificent technological achievement so high, so daring, so astonishingly beyond-the-pale that further progress will be deemed unnecessary. We all might as well pack up our things and go home to the caves.

Yes, we have created… Bacon Beer. The cask at the Railway Club this coming Tuesday is to be R&B’s Bacon-infused Dark Star Oatmeal Stout. I intend to be there, as much to bask in the holy glow of all this beer represents as to savour, sip and discuss its inevitable bacon-ness with other members of the Bearded Beer Brigade.

You should come, too, if only to avoid the need of devising a lame alibi to tell your grandkids for where you were when The Great Revolution started.

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Honestly, it will likely be terrible beer but–much like bad milk–you just gotta try it, ya know?