Launch of The Quality SE1 Pub Crawl

Well, with all really profound experiences it takes time to process the emotions, the highs and the lows, the triumphs and calamities. And the Quality SE1 Pub Crawl is no different.

Actually, what a load of old bollix. The Crawl was an unadulterated success, a good time was had by all, even though I am sure the over-riding emotion felt by participants the following morning must have been, thank God it's only monthly.

We also got the damned thing trending on Twitter which was no mean feat.

Who were the ringleaders? The people's representatives on the QSE1PC presidium were Brother Max of the Dean Swift, Brothers Charlie and Neil of the Draft House and Sister Jo of Platform. Controlling, capitalist-fascist Web 1.0 tendencies were resisted and a free-form, fluffy, Web 3.0 TwitterBook benign dictatorship was very much the order of the day. Well, someone's gotta take charge, don't they? At least we didn't end up with Napoleon the Pig.

Charlie and Max looking, it has to be said, a little less

benign and perhaps a tad too dictatorial.

The route is here. We kicked off in The Market Porter (1) at 6pm with some free-form pint drinking. A personal commitment to 'just a half' in each stop immediately went by the wayside as two pints of frothing ale scarely touched the sides. Others were similarly ill-disciplined. But hey, it's web 3.0.

Sister Jo from Platform with yours truly

Next was Brew Wharf (2), then to the Rake (3). Then the walks got longer, but by this stage feet were only occasionally in contact with the ground.

Mid-way down Tooley Street we stopped into Platform (4), where Sister Jo had laid on some awesome food, thereby showing up the other hosts to such an extent that Brother Max was immediately on the blower rustling up some competing grub Dean Swift-side.

My personal beers of the night? Dark Star Hop Head in the Rake and Sleemans IPA in Draft House Tower Bridge (5).

Brother Neil, QSE1PC Ringleader

I think the group's highlight must have been the cloudy Kernel Citra which Max snaffled up to serve at the Dean Swift (6). But - hey - it was mighty late by then.

Next time (June 15th, route to follow) we will have a few more bells and whistles to add on (good as my use of Jo's polkadot umbrella was, something tells me we need a proper flag. And T-Shirts). Well, given that noone's in charge that last idea might be a stretch but you never know...