The sad, toady breweries who bowed and scraped and made a special beer to celebrate the marriage of William Windsor and Kate Middleton got a slap in the face as thanks for their pathetic grovelling this week, if this story in the Daily Mirror is to be believed. Supposedly no beer of any kind will be served at the wedding reception at Buckingham Palace.
“There won't be any beer. Let’s face it, it isn't really an appropriate drink to be serving in the Queen’s presence at such an occasion.” a source from the palace is alleged to have told the Mirror.
While beer is deemed far too proletarian to be allowed, I notice in the article that sausage rolls aren’t too declassé for the Windsors, nor are the Hello!-class celebrities they appear to be pals with. Not that I have anything against the parvenu in principle, but personally I wouldn’t have the Beckhams in my house, never mind invite them to my wedding.
I may be naïve; I did think that we were making some progress in getting beer the social status it deserves as one of the great native drinks of this country. Apparently I was wrong.
One would have thought that in this day and age such pathetic snobbery would be unacceptable, but it seems the cultural cringe goes right to the top of our society.
Just one more reason why the only commemorative beer worthy of anyone’s money is Brodie’s Republic Revolution Red.