neverrwhere said:This is HILARIOUS and so full of pretentious bullshit it almost makes me wish it was a tv show XD
Black Books: the Craft Beer Years
neverrwhere said:This is HILARIOUS and so full of pretentious bullshit it almost makes me wish it was a tv show XD
Black Books: the Craft Beer Years
And it is high, guys.
There’s a pub in London called The Southampton Arms. I hesitate to say ‘pub,’ slightly, cus it’s one of these newfangled artisanal DIY stripped-out-every-surface, only-serve-drinks-made-by-bearded-members-of-bands-you-haven’t-heard-of-yet bars that are cropping up ten to the fucking penny to charge you £5 a pint for whatever small-batch brews made by people called things like Corphelia and Arbunkle are in this week. They’re bloody everywhere but I suppose if people are enjoying it it must be onto something and the fact I am a curmudgeonly dive bar enthusiast who’d be far happier with a slightly flat pint of Carlsberg if it came with a pub carpet is my own problem.
However, if you are actually one of these bars, such as the Southampton Arms is, there is always the opportunity get deep embroiled in the fandom. Deep, you guys.
Not only can their website boast that they publicise a phone number and then append this astoundingly aggressive page essentially telling potential customers to fuck off (ooh, did you think people might expect customer service for whatever obscene price you’re charging for drinks? Crikey, how remiss of them) but there is the single most beautiful piece of pissy aggression I’ve seen this week. And I’m tracking the Young Avengers tag.
On their main page they have a link to 'a few words on the Jolly Butchers'. Another pub of this genre. Let me reproduce those words here, for you-
We don’t like big brands, we hate chain pubs and we’re sick to death of chain shops and the fact that nearly every British town centre looks exactly the same as the next. What we need is more individuality, more creativity and more variety. The last thing the Southampton Arms wants is to be part of a brand or chain, be it real or perceived.
Despite the visual similarity highlighted here we would like to make it clear that we have nothing to do with the Jolly Butchers gastro pub in stoke Newington, they merely copied our sign, pretty much exactly.
We like the jolly butchers, it’s a great pub and we wish them success however it is disheartening when customers come in to the Southampton arms and ask if we are part of a chain. Or worse, suggest that we copied their sign, hence the need to set the record straight here.
When we opened late in 2009 Martin from the Jolly Butchers was a regular customer at the Southampton arms and spoke openly about his plan to open a similar pub in stoke Newington, we where encouraging of his plans, the more pubs selling decent beer the better, right? Then, to our amazememt, our sign appeared hanging from the Jolly Butchers. The thinking behind it remains a mystery.
Given their obvious lack of imagination we would like to suggest a few alternative signs they may consider (preferably in a different type face): ‘Beer house and kitchen’, ’ World beer and food house’, ‘International Beer keller’, ’ Craft beer: keg, cask and bottle’ etc. etc.
So long as our sign remains in more than one location so shall this explanation.
I am crying.
sebpatrick said:See, I don’t like Red She-Hulk because (a) Loeb and (b) if there’s a Red She-Hulk book it means there’s probably less chance of a Proper She-Hulk book existing/succeeding. But I’m willing to be persuaded, and Jennifer IS getting her own book again imminently, so…
I was previously a total Hulk racist about the Green Hulks, so I get where you’re coming from (this was before I discovered that Jen Walters works hard, plays hard and gets all the male model D, in my defense) but I really, really love Betty as Red She-Hulk.
Obviously (and this may be possible to, err, detect) I have an enormous thing for strong, aggressive female characters who have secret occasional angst but drown it viciously with beer and anger if it threatens to show. Beyond that though, Betty, like… Betty LOVES being a Hulk. Not cus it makes her more confident or something but because Betty kind of likes being a monster- she’s an adventurer, a woman who’s been through so much shit she desperately needed a form robust enough to set forth with. Now she’s Red She-Hulk she can throw herself down canyons all day and barely feel it, she can carelessly adventure without having to worry about boring things like her personal safety, short of falling into a pit of lava. (And we don’t know if that would do much more than burn her a bit)
The Hulk/X-Force crossover where she appears kind of sucks but her solo series was terrific. Her friendship/flirtation with Machine Man is a thing of beauty and joy.
Ok these are not all from 2013 but they’re all ones I *read* in 2013 so that’s what counts.
I had a total panic when I first started thinking about this question (but who HASN’T been in the Avengers???) but then it turned out I had a list of like 15 characters that I had to harshly whittle down.
5. Rocket Raccoon
The concept and most of the execution of Rocket Raccoon (a highly and artificially evolved raccoon weapons expert) is obviously like one eighth whimsy and seven eighths utter silliness but he’s also, y’know, a three-foot-high furry Han Solo. And I’m not saying that Han Solo is enough to make me look past the three foot high and furry thing (and yet…) but it does plant him firmly in my affections.
4. Elsa Bloodstone
What can I say I am a huge sucker for ladies who run around shooting monsters with shotguns, while wearing four-inch heels and loudly exclaiming in Britishisms. She has been really great in Fearless Defenders recently.
(Also Fearless Defenders has this BEAUTIFUL ribbon-fingered character I have forgotten the name of but is basically incredibly awesome and I will be so angry if no one does anything with her now it’s cancelled and sob sob sob)
3. Red She-Hulk
If u don’t love Betty Ross and her big-ass sword u are wrong. Sadly it turned out a lot of Marvel’s readership was wrong and her series was cancelled. :(
Siiiiiiif. Oh, Sif. Sif is so amazing. I still need to finish my huge essay about all of my feelings ever about Sif in Kathryn Immonen and Valerio Schiti’s gorgeous run on Journey into Mystery but here is a picture that basically summarises the fierceness, beauty and awesomeness of Sif, born a goddess and forged a warrior.
(I could write ESSAYS about that panel- from the power and kinesis of her pose to the way she’s going to punch out a space horse with the power of Thor to the gender flip, to just how beautiful and strong and awesome and amazing and and and and and)
*lies down on floor and sobs*
1. Faiza Hussain
Be still my heart- like all right-thinking people, I love an NHS doctor wielding Excalibur. Or perhaps riding a fucking pegasus with the Black Knight because he’s too much of a loser to be allowed out without her. Or perhaps twatting Dracula in the face. Or becoming Captain Britain. Faiza’s turn in Al Ewing’s Age of Ultron tie-in Avengers Assemble was particularly excellent and I am going to be steaming mad if she doesn’t appear in an ongoing extremely soon.
(Honourable mention: Gamora, who is obviously awesome and Spitfire, who I like so much I wrote about her for Marvellous Marvel Ladies Month)
5. I decided between taking a better-paid job where I would have focussed on my ~real career~, in a very serious office and the job I’m in now. Which is disgustingly stressful and makes me really quite unhappy a lot of the time and doesn’t leave me as much time as I really need for the stuff I wanted to do (writing, crying about drawing horses, etc.) but the point was I decided to (at least attempt to) try to do more of them and to make them my goal again, not just a side project.
4. This is an indicator of how boring and adult my life is but I decided to buy some brushed cotton soft-touch sheets about a month and a half ago and let me tell you it was a decision I would recommend to anyone. Unbrushed cotton just seems uncivilised, now.
3. I made a sort of vague decision to do more geeky stuff this year, including Nine Worlds and Thought Bubble and it’s been a really excellent experience getting back to the sort of nerd culture that raised me. I’m still the girl in 6 inch heels and a two inch skirt who will fuck you up if you spill my wine but it’d been a long time since there’d been part of geekdom I felt familial with. Probably since the Lord of the Rings films came out, to be honest. ~Hello D6 my old friend, I’ve come to roll with u again
2. I am very glad I decided to start drawing again! It terrifies me and I hate it and it’s very weird trying something I am so chronically bad at. Like, there’s a point of adulthood after which you don’t often try and learn an entire new skill- you might, say, pick up more languages or learn another instrument but you don’t usually go ‘ok I am going to try and do something to a professional level that I don’t hold a GCSE in and haven’t done on a regular basis for over a decade’ while cradling pipe dreams of one day it being your job. It’s boring and annoying and you’re just so appalling at it and you have to practice and it’s really extremely embarassing but I’m kind of… I tweeted some very rough pencils I was doing earlier and it gave me minor palpitations but I actually don’t think they totally suck. So, you know, learnin’.
1. Project: Snkt. I wrote about this quite awhile ago but basically I used to be a pitbull of a writer, only generating wordcount when the red mist had descended. And I was really good at being vicious. I still am, if I want to be- it’s just that learning to write without being an unstoppable ball of fury was a really important thing for me to do and I feel much better for it; being an angry writer is something that’s quite easy to get into and really tricky to break the habit of.
I haven’t entirely but I do pull my punches considerably more, now- I never would have been able to write the essays I did about Crazy About One Direction if I hadn’t learnt to control being angry and turn it into something more useful than blunt aggression.
5. Saints Row IV -I don’t care what anyone thinks, this is the most moving RPG ever. I am stuck, because I always get stuck in sandbox games (I spent weeks wandering around Fallout 3, steadily levelling up in the wilderness, not as a grind exercise but because I got scared of some raiders outside Megaton and ran off before I reached the first major plot point) and I can’t find Shaundi I am really distressed about it. But I am kind of in love with my Boss and I love her and I want to find her mates again and it’s funny and also sad and engaging and the last challenge I completed involved gratuitously blowing up property with a stolen tank.
4. Mighty Avengers (Hank Pym led team) -this was my favourite comic for awhile, it might still be in fact. I wrote about its madcap, inappropriate verge-of-mental-breakdown nature here and although it’s not from this year itself, it was literally one of the things that stopped me actually going completely mad when I was between jobs for a bit in January.
3. Uncanny X-Force volume 1 -again, not from this year. I hate almost everything Rick Remender writes, I find him pompous and misguided at almost every step and yet this, somehow, against all odds, is one of the most beautiful, heart-rending things I have ever read. I re-read it the other day and it’s so gloriously, gorgeously balanced as a team book, so acutely painful in its tragic beats and so swooningly romantic when it wants to turn it on. It’s incredibly beautifully drawn and I do wonder how much Salvador Larocca et al made it more than Remender’s design but however and whoever did it, it’s spectacular and I am very glad I got into comics, just to have read it.
2. Iron Man 3: Iron Man gets PTSD (slightly cheating but I wrote everything I was going to say about the film there)
1. You know, this is sappy and it’s just because I am writing about it right now, one suspects and also because I have made FRANDS and got, you know, misty-eyed and stuff about it but I’m going to say Kieron & Jamie’s Young Avengers. Obviously I’ve written forty grillion words about it on Freaky Trigger so I’m not going to bang on about it any length here but it’s been really excellent. I am very much looking forward to the after party.
And the hotel lobby and (“shut the fuck up, Hazel” -R Kelly’s Lawyer Ed)
does that look like the face of a man who cannot play the drums for 24 hours straight
HOLY HELL DO I HAVE A GALLERY OF THESE
5. Appalling hangover sustained after work drinks in like my second week in my current job. It was Tom’s birthday drinks the next day, which meant not only returning to the same pub but taking my hangover there and feeding it what caused it. Fearsome.
4. Post-Popjustice £20 hangover. Yes, only in at #4! Think what horrors lie ahead. Never drink the wine at Concrete. Never drink anything at Concrete. Don’t go to Concrete. What the hell were we thinking.
3. Saturday at Nine Worlds; as it-was-justified will know seeing as she had to witness me throwing myself down the stairs, jamming myself into a Scarlet Witch outfit and leaving the house in about seven minutes flat, I was veryveryveryveryvery hungover and then I had to stand in a leotard teaching children to write fanfiction and thinking about what I had done. So much cry. Still, back on the lager by 2pm so it can’t have been that bad.
2. Sunday at Thought Bubble dear god what kind of bar serves you 6% Brewdog deathjuice but not water? There were several moments when tears seemed the only viable option going forwards. But we made it. We made it. Even I could not drink for like two days afterwards. The pain. The appalling dehydrated pain.
1. And yet that was still better than the one the previous week, after M’s best friend’s birthday party. I don’t think I have ever felt that awful in my life before. I don’t understand how wine could betray me that way, it was like it had reached into my insides and systematically destroyed me. I pride myself on the fact I managed to mostly move around like some sort of… well, not normal human but something mammalian. It makes me queasy just to think of it. The horror. The horror.
I look forward to further hangovers in 2014.
This is an awesome question.
5. I was incredibly unhappy at the start of this year, when the Tegan and Sara album came out and I’ve written about this relatively recently but my brain really tamps down things when I am depressed. Everything is through a fog and doesn’t have that sharp intensity of feeling. But when I was listening to Heartthrob, the irresistable synaesthetic response of shining, refracted light and crystalline shapes was all-consuming, vision-blurring, like an anti-fog.
4. When everything was so horrible in August, staying at my parents’ house and trying to deal with lawyers and hospitals in France and relatives past the point of coping, we went to the local pub one evening and I had a pint of boring old Old Speckled Hen and I was a bit weird it would sour in my mouth, like ‘this is a normal that is not available at the minute, this isn’t going to work’ and it didn’t, it was just a lovely comfort. All the disgusting soggy flavours of bitter and that faintly awful bite of the first mouthful, not kept enormously well and slightly flat. Ah, it was lovely.
3. At the Popjustice £20 judging, extraordinarily drunk, I felt a huge wave of happiness when the entire room roared ‘NO!!!!’ at Peter when he suggested an appeal to authenticity in songwriting to compare the songs. (Unfortunately this made us all go mad and vote out V V Brown’s exceptional The Apple but we can probably attribute at least some of that to the appalling wine in Concrete)
2. A few months ago I cooked a piece of pork shoulder so slowly it made pork fuckin’ toffee out of the fat. I don’t even know how that’s possible but god it was beautiful. I haven’t been doing much cooking this year but there have been some occasional masterworks and it’s always nice to know I still have it.
1. When me and Magnus and Mark went on holiday to Wales and Mark took us to the slightly hidden beach between Tywyn and Aberdyfi and it was like the edge of the world. I should’ve taken a panoramic photo, really- I’ve never seen anything like it. In Aberystwyth and Borth you can see the edges of Cardigan bay, the nearby coves, so that although you’re looking our into the abyss at night and that’s amazing, you can see these arms of light jutting out and embracing it. But this beach was angled so that almost nothing else was in view- you could just about see Tywyn through some sea mist if you looked West. I felt very small and entirely engulfed- I’ve seen the sea tearing chunks of concrete out of the seafront, in Aberystwyth, I know it’s awesomely powerful but it was quite gentle here, if anything that big can be, merely awe-inspiringly HUGE. A cathedral of waves and engulfed completed in the tidal sounds.
Which is kind of twee but there you go, t’is the season for sentimentality.