Rochford 8

The Porterhouse is quickly becoming my favourite pub in Dublin. Much to the bemusement of my friend I had somehow classed this place as just another Dublin pub (not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course). Having been introduced to their beer menu, however, I am now singing a different tune.

Last night’s pick was Rochford 8, a Trappist beer from Belgium. It was expensive, strong (9.2% – the 8 refers to an older measurement system) and described as possessing a very strong flavour. Already a fan of another Trappist brew, Chimay, I didn’t have to be asked twice.

I really don’t know what ingredients the monks use, nor are my tastebuds senstive enough to guess. Whatever’s in there, this beer ends up like a soup. A very pleasant soup, at that. If I had to pick a word, I’d say it was fruity. But, like I say, I can’t really tell.

I think mainstream beers have ruined my ability to distinguish one from another – and then when something like this comes along I’m just so delighted to have any taste at all that I’m not fussy!

However, my ignorance notwithstanding it’s genuinely hard to imagine a better beer…except perhaps Rochford 10.

Or maybe just anything else from the Porterhouse menu.


Finished, it’s finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished.

Finally, it is finished. For a few short moments at least that’s how it appears. Soon it becomes apparent that more is required than the stock “Hello World” post. It’s finished only in the sense that everything is finally in place to allow me run the blog.

It seems forever since I bought the server. That was the easy part. Next came the test deployment. That wasn’t too bad, either. After that the domain name was registered. Now, tonight, the blog – the real thing – is here.

All that took four weeks. A wild, erratic four weeks for both a baby blog and myself; two musicals, two competitions, innumerable rehearsals and a European Championships. It’s a wonder it didn’t take six.

WordPress’ (the free software behind this blog) appoints a default description reading “just another WordPress web-log”. Now to avoid becoming just that.

Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.