Friday, 23 December 2011

Beer gift #10: War! and Peace!


The horse is still twitching a bit. No need to stop flogging it yet. Not until Christmas day.

Though Christmas is partly about familial violence "I got a clout every Christmas" my Aunt Florrie used to say. She had a long list of Yuletide tales which all ended with her Mum or Dad giving her a belt. It didn't seem to have suppressed her indomitable spirit at all. That's the old-time working class for you. Tough as old nails.

This isn't the dull doorstep by that Russian geezer - what was his name? - about a bunch of posh bastards.No, this War and Peace is much better. Not only does the title contain not one but two exclamation marks, it also contains way more about beer. In fact I don't think the Russian one has even a single mention of beer. How useless is that?

This "War! and Peace!" is a celebration* of er, war and peace. But in a beery way. None of that nasty killing and maiming.

Buy "War! and Peace!" today! One's bound to be appropriate to your country.



* I may have used this once or maybe twice before.

Aitken and wells again

What is it about James Aitken and  wells? I keep finding more about their troubles digging one. They seem to have been cursed.

The text below is a newspaper report of the opening of Aitken's new brewery in 1900. The chairman James Aitken's speech is of particular interest.

But let's start with a description of the lunch:
"The extensive new brewery which Messrs Aitken and Co. have erected in Falkirk. was formally opened on Wednesday afternoon, about 500 guests from all parts of the country, on the invitation of the firm, sat down to a sumptuous luncheon, which was served in the large packing room of the new works, which was specially lit with electricity for the occasion.

. . . . .

THE LUNCHEON. arrangements for the luncheon were of the most complete and satisfactory description, as will be understood when it is said that the purveying was in the hands of that well-known catering firm, Messrs Ferguson and Forrester, Street, Buchanan Street, Glasgow. The service for a large company as 500 guests was in itself a work of no little magnitude, but with a staff of about 60 waiters everything passed off a hitch. The purveying and serving were most ably supervised by Mr Moss, late of the House of Commons catering department, and now manager to Messrs Ferguson and Forrester. Mr James Aitken presided, and Mr A. Wilmot, who has been head brewer to the firm for seven years, was croupier. After justice had been, done to the recherche repast provided.
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7.
With 500 guests attending, this was quite a party. They'd been invited to Falkirk from all over the country. It must have cost a pretty penny. Aitken's had been through a few good decades of steady expansion and were clearly optimistic about the future. If only they'd known, eh, what was about to happen. The good times for Britain's brewing industry were nearing an end. Increased taxation, the reduction in pub licences and new leisure possibilities (such as football matches) all combined to drive down sales and reduce profits in the first decade of the 20th century. After that, things got much worse.

And I now also know that the head brewer from 1893 to at least 1900 was Mr A. Wilmot. Useful to know, that.

Those flash bastards using electric light. They were clearly out to impress.Though you should remember from an earlier description of the new brewery that it contained a generator.

"Mr James Haddow then proposed "Success to the Falkirk Brewery." In doing so, he said that the Falkirk Brewery was not an institution of mushroom growth. It was instituted in the year 1740, before the Jacobite rebellion, and that being so, they would agree with him that it was one of the landmarks of the country. (Applause.) Falkirk was celebrated for some things all over the world, and he need not tell them that they were light castings, made first at Carron, and now manufactured by about 20 or 30 different foundries. But what was quite as well known to-day was Falkirk Aitken's beer. (Applause.) The beer manufactured in Falkirk was known all over world, and in every colony over which the British flag flies. There was a saying that when the North Pole was discovered would find there a Scotchman, and very likely he would have with him a bottle of Aitken's beer with the big "A" on the label. (Loud laughter and applause.) The beer manufactured by their their esteemed host was known and appreciated second to none manufactured in the United Kingdom. (Applause.) Very great success had followed the old Falkirk Brewery for 150 years, and he was sure that they would all join with him in wishing that that success would not only continue to attend the new brewery, but that the business would be developed and extended as it deserved to be, and as he felt sure it would be through the energy and enterprise which was now being displayed by the gentleman who was at the head of affairs in the firm. (Applause.) In these days science played a most important part in the manufacture of certain goods. Mr Aitken had shown that he was quite alive to that fact, and in the fitting up of his new brewery he had taken advantage of every appliance and method known to science at the present moment He (Mr Haddow) had been told on good authority that this was the finest brewery in the United Kingdom (Loud applause.) Mr Aitken was everything they could desire at the head of a business such as this, and they were proud of him as a Falkirk "Bairn." (Cheers.)"
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7.
It might seem like a gross exaggeration to claim that Aitken's beer was famous all over the globe. But that's just from a 21st-century standpoint. Because Aitken's renown faded long ago, when the export markets for Scottish beer dried up after WW I. But in 1900, unbelievable as it may seem, this modest Falkirk firm really was one of the most famous breweries in the world. Sic transit and all that.

Now it's time to listen to the big man himself, James Aitken, speak:

"The toast having been cordially pledged. The Chairman, in replying, said he had often spoken before a large number of people, but be did not think he had ever addressed so vast an assemblage or addressed a gathering with more pleasure than he had that day in replying to the toast which they had just pledged in such a very hearty manner. (Applause.) He was not going to keep them long, but he thought it would interest some of them to hear something regarding the history of the Falkirk Brewery. (Applause.) That history extended over a Period of 160 years. One hundred and sixty years ago this brewery was started by an ancestor of his, and the business had since been passed on from father to son. That was a very long record for any, firm, and a record of which be was very proud. (Applause.) It had been his object in building this brewery, in a part of which they were now met, to keep up the name the firm in a worthy manner, and to extend its name, if possible, in more countries and more parts of the world than it had even yet already penetrated. (Cheers.)
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7. 

Confidence and optimism for the future just drips from his opening remarks. The future, as we know,  was very different from the one he imagined. That was full of opportunity and expansion. The real future of depression and contraction.

What's all this got to do with wells? We're getting on to that. In this very next section. Though it still leaves me with many unanswered questions about Aitken's water supply.

"This brewery was begun, 160 years ago, in a very small way - so small, indeed, that the water had to be actually carted in carts to make the beer with from several several miles distant. What would occur now were they to cart all the water they used in brewing their beer ? He did not believe all the carts in Scotland would be sufficient, far less all the carts of Falkirk. Time went on; the brewery gradually extended; and one of his ancestors started to brew a more bitter beer. What had formerly been brewed was sweet ale, but one of his ancestors had a happy thought and started the manufacture of a more bitter beer. So well was it thought of that it extended to London, which was in those days, a week's journey from Falkirk; but it took much longer to convey their beer there, as it had to be shipped at Grangemouth, three miles distant, and carried to London by sailing vessels. This new beer proved such a great success that the firm could no longer cart water for brewing purposes, and they obtained a well of their own. But most unfortunately for the then firm, the well was sunk down, to a strata where the whole drainage of the Falkirk Churchyard went into. Those of them who were chemists and those of them who wore not would readily understand that, however estimable might have been the corpses which were buried in the old Falkirk Churchyard, they could not really make very good beer. (Laughter and applause.) And the result was, he was sorry to say, that all the beer sent to London turned a bright red. (Laughter.) It also developed a peculiarly disagreeable odour, no doubt an odour such us one would think would come from a churchyard. The result was that his family was very nearly ruined. But a brother of his great-great-grandfather, who had retired from the business with a considerable fortune, in a most laudable spirit returned to the firm, and put in a considerable sum into the business again. By this time the fault of the water supply was discovered, and another well was sunk, which would enable them to manufacture any quantity of beer. From that time onward they began to produce another quality of beer, but unfortunately their connection with London ceased from the time they sent them the essence of Falkirk Churchyard. (Laughter.)
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7.
We already knew that originally all the water had been carted to the brewery. Nothing new there. It would have been nice if a date had been put on the brewing of bitter beer. The 1830's are when the first Scottish brewers began to dip their toes into the Pale Ale lake. So if by bitter beer they really do mean Pale Ale, the digging of the well probably took place around then.

Sending beer from Scotland to London by sea was nothing novel. It had been going on since at least the 18th century. Before the railways, it was the easiest way to move bulky goods between England and Scotland. And it was doubly attractive for Scottish brewers because the same vessels that took their beer to London could bring hops and barley back.

I'm not 100% convinced of the story about bright red beer. I struggle to see what could have been in the water to cause such an effect. And why weren't the funny colour and horrible smell of the water apparent before brewing? Falkirk chruchyard is very close by, so I've no reason to doubt that the well could have been contaminated by it. But surely someone would notice the smell?

You can see from the map below just how close the old brewery and the churchyard were (the brewery is in the top left hand corner.



This statement confuses me: "another well was sunk, which would enable them to manufacture any quantity of beer". Yet in 1861 we know that they were drawing their brewing water from the town supply. So the well obviously couldn't provide enough water to brew any quantity of beer as claimed.

"He now was going to slip over a long period of time, as it was uneventful in its history. Shortly after his father came to the business 50 years ago, he started the export trade to the colonies, and so considerably did he develop that trade that for many years Aitken's export ale was known wherever Scotchmen and Englishmen were to be found all over the habitable globe. The firm's name became famous, and for many years they did a huge trade. Gradually the prices they obtained for all classes of beer In India, China, Australia, the Cape, and almost everywhere they had been in the habit of shipping to, began to go down owing to the competition of other firms, until at the present moment they made nothing off their export beer. It therefore became necessary for them to make efforts in other directions, and when he came to the firm 15 years ago his father and he tried to develop the trade in Scotland, which up to that time had been a mere nothing, and he was glad to tell them - and this gathering was a proof of it - that they had been successful in developing their Scotch trade. (Applause.) He was glad to tell them that, in the course of the last 12 years, their trade in Scotland had increased to such an extent that it was now four times as great as it was then. They were selling exactly tour times as much beer per week in Scotland to-day as they did 12 or 14 years ago. That was why they had been compelled to build this new brewery, and he sincerely hoped that in the course of the next 12 years its powers of production would be taxed to the utmost. (Applause.) "
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7.
This section is very revealing about the fortunes of  the export business. If Aitken weren't making any money from their exports, why did they bother? The very heavy dependence on distant markets and lack of much in the way of local trade was typical of the Scottish brewers who were successful in the middle of the 19th century. Alloa brewers like George Younger and James Calder were in a similar situation.

A 400% increase in trade over 12 years is impressive. But how much beer was that? Had the Scottish trade increased from 1,000 barrels a year to 4,000? or 10,000 to 40,000? It must have been a decent-sized trade  or they wouldn't have need to build a new brewery. A few actual figures would be handy. Unfortunately one of my usual; sources - calculating capacity from the vessel sizes listed in Barnard - is no use in this case. As Barnard toured the old brewery.

"There had been a very great scare in England as to the quality of the beer produced by certain firms, and it had been said in the public prints - and very possibly with truth - that there has been a lot of beer produced by certain firms with a certain quantity of arsenic in it, which was injurious to health. He wished to take this opportunity of stating publicly that in the whole course of the firm's history there had been, used in the making of their beer no ingredient except what was of the first-class. (Cheers.) So long as he remained at the head of the firm there never would be used anything but the best materials, and he might say that he had at present in his office guarantees from every person who supplied them with barley, hops, and everything else they used in the manufacture of their beer, that the materials were absolutely free from any injurious substances whatever. (Applause.) He had only to add how glad he was to see them, all present that day. He received from numerous friends who were absent very kind letters of apology. They were so numerous that ho could not undertake to name them all, and it would be quite invidious to pick out the names of any one. He hoped those present had all enjoyed their visit to Falkirk, and be had to assure them that he would be glad to see any of them at the brewery on any future occasion. (Applause.)"
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 December 1900, page 7.

This last section is a vague testimonial to the purity of Aitken's beers. Note that he doesn't say that they are brewed from malt and hops alone. Did Aitken use sugar? Most breweries did at the time. And the source of the arsenic contamination in English beer was . . . sugar. Sugar where non food-grade sulphuric acid had been used in the inversion process.

We've learned a lot today.  On several different topics. So much stuff in my. I need to go and lie down for a week or two.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Beer gift #9: Trips! (West)


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Will I make it to the full 12 books of Christmas? 'Course I will. Even if I have to write some new ones. No, still got enough left that I haven't plugged yet.

Which has got me thinking (I do that at least once every day, think). Maybe I should have a special Christmas release. What do you think? There are a couple of possibilities.

First, there's "Can We Go Home now?" That's Mini Book Series volume III. A slim book of tales of travelling with the kids. It's never been available for sale. I had 10 copies printed and gave them to friends.

Then there's "Strong!". It will eventually be Mega Book Series volume IV. But I might be persuaded to release a Mini Book version.

And finally there's "Let's Brew!". Though I'd need to ask Kristen about that. As it stands, it contains 60-odd recipes from the weekly series.

What am I doing? You've completely distracted me.

Buy "Trips! (West)" now.! (It's s pub guide to towns in the West of Germany.)

James Aitken beers 1906 - 1964

All this talk about Aitken is giving me a thirst. How about taking a look at some of their beers?

As with other brewers, the vast majority of their beers for which I have details are Pale Ales. Let's start with those from between the wars. Almost all are in the 1034º to 1040º range, which was typical for 60/- and 70/- Pale Ales of the time. Most 70/- PA's were around the top end of that and 60/- PA's around the bottom end. The two outliers are the Heavy Export from 1934, which is a very respectable 1055º. That's about the same as a top-end London Pale Ale. Was it really a export beer? Hard to say. The word Export seems have been used in many ways in Scotland, only sometimes meaning beer that was really shipped abroad.

You'll note some inconsistencies in the names. 90/-, for example. Logic would dictate that it would be a good bit stronger than 60/- or 70/- PA. But it isn't. At 1038.8º, it has the gravity of a 70/- PA. Though this example of 90/- is relatively strong. I've seen plenty that were closer to 1030º. I need hardly say that this should not be confused with modern beers called 90/-, which are Strong Ales. Ah, those pesky Scots with their confusing names.

Then there's "Heavy" and "Export". Today they're used to denote specific strengths of Scottish Pale Ale, being equivalent to Bitter and Best Bitter respectively. There's no such clarity in the pre-war naming. One beer even combining the two. You're probably bored of hearing me say this, but "Heavy" was used to mean just "Strong" until quite recently. Its specific meaning seems of recent origin.

The post-war Pale Ales like quite similar, just with a few gravity points shaved off. 60/- PA is down to just over 1030º and Heavy or 70/- PA to 1035º. I'm sort of assuming that Heavy by this time was synonymous with 70/-. Export, at 1043º, certainly looks like what we all know and love as Export or 80/-. And then there's than pesky 90/-. With a gravity slightly lower than 60/-. Where's the logic in that?

Let's move on to the Stouts. They look like typical Scottish Sweet Stouts: low attenuation, low ABV. How did they get such low attenuation without the use of lactose? It's a mystery to me.

I've not much to say about the Strong Ales. Except that they look very much like I would expect. Dark brown in colour and around 6% ABV. It's interesting that pretty much every Scottish brewery I've looked at continued to brew beers of this type after WW II. There were many English brewers with no product than 4.5% ABV. This is also the type of Scottish beer which was best known outside Scotland. And the basis for the beers described as Scotch Ale in Belgium.

Finally there's that lonely Brown Ale. It looks like a classic Double Brown to me. A reasonably well attenuated beer of over 1050º. Rather like Whitbread's Double Brown. I'd love to see the recipe. Whitbread's Double Brown was quite heavily hopped - more so than any of their Pale Ales. Was this similar?

Here's the table for you to peruse at your leisure:


James Aitken beers 1906 - 1964
Year Beer Style Price size package Acidity FG OG colour ABV App. Attenuation
1934 Falkirk Brown Ale Brown Ale pint bottled 1011 1053 5.47 79.25%
1906 54/- PA Pale Ale pint draught 1048.1 8
1922 PA Pale Ale pint draught 1009.2 1036.2 3.50 74.59%
1925 ?? Pale Ale pint bottled 1010 1039 3.76 74.36%
1926 Sparkling Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1005 1034 40 3.77 85.29%
1926 PA Pale Ale pint bottled 1007 1034 40 3.51 79.41%
1934 Heavy Export Pale Ale pint bottled 1010 1055 5.87 81.82%
1937 60/- Pale Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1006.5 1038.5 13 – 14 4.16 83.12%
1938 Falkirk Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1004 1040.5 4.77 90.12%
1938 Pale Ale Pale Ale pint draught 1006.8 1039.8 11 4.30 83.02%
1938 Pale Ale Pale Ale pint draught 1006.8 1039.8 11 4.30 83.02%
1938 90/- Ale Pale Ale 6d pint bottled 1007.3 1038.8 13 4.10 81.29%
1938 Heavy Ale Pale Ale 7d pint draught 1007 1045 13 – 14 4.95 84.44%
1939 60/- Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1008.3 1036.8 3.70 77.55%
1940 Pale Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1004.5 1038 4.37 88.16%
1941 Pale Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1006.5 1037 3.97 82.43%
1948 Heavy Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1006.5 1040.5 4.43 83.95%
1949 60/- Pale Ale 15d pint draught 1007 1030.5 3.05 77.05%
1949 Heavy Beer Pale Ale 20d pint bottled 1011.5 1034.5 2.97 66.67%
1949 90/- Ale Pale Ale pint bottled 1006.5 1030 3.05 78.33%
1954 Export Ale Pale Ale bottled 0.05 1011.6 1043.2 27 4.10 73.15%
1955 Export Ale Pale Ale 1/3d half pint bottled 0.04 1009.3 1043.7 27 4.47 78.72%
1959 Sparkling Ale Pale Ale 10d half pint bottled 0.04 1006.4 1031.1 45 3.09 79.42%
1961 Export Ale Pale Ale 15d half pint bottled 0.04 1011 1043 21 4.00 74.42%
1964 Sparkling Ale Pale Ale 12d half pint bottled 0.05 1007.8 1032.6 40 3.10 76.07%
1949 Stout Stout pint bottled 1020 1038.5 2.38 48.05%
1954 A Stout Stout 1/2d half pint bottled 0.04 1021.2 1041.4 1 + 20 2.59 48.79%
1959 Stout Stout 14d halfpint bottled 1022.3 1039.4 250 2.19 43.40%
1961 Stout (no lactose) Stout 15d half pint bottled 0.04 1022 1038.9 275 2.11 43.44%
1948 Strong Ale Strong Ale 18d half pint bottled 1021 1067.5 6.04 68.89%
1953 Strong Ale Strong Ale 1/2.5d nip bottled 0.06 1018.3 1065.6 15 + 40 6.15 72.10%
1955 Strong Ale Strong Ale 1/3d nip bottled 0.05 1020.3 1067 105 6.06 69.70%
Sources:
Thomas Usher Gravity Book document TU/6/11
Document WY/6/1/1/14 of the William Younger archive held at the Scottish Brewing Archive.
Younger, Wm. & Co Gravity Book document WY/6/1/1/19 held at the Scottish Brewing Archive
Whitbread Gravity book held at the London Metropolitan Archives, document number LMA/4453/D/02/002

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Beer gift #8: Trips! (South)


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You might be starting to notice a slight theme here. One of me trying to persuade you to buy some of my crappy books. Sorry, I mean thoroughly researched and wittily written books.

"Trips! (South)" is a celebration of pissing it up in the South of Germany. Actually, it's a pub and brewery guide to the beeriest bits of Germany's deep South, where the pigs are roasted, the beer divine and the men are very happy. And some of the women, too.

Munich, Nuremberg, Bamberg, Forchheim, Regensburg, Augsburg, Stuttgart, Bayreuth and Ulm. All the places you're likely to go if, like me, you have an unquenchable thirst for German culture in its most liquid form.

And it's got a groovy new cover by Andrew. I've been trying to persuade him to finish off covers for the whole series. So far his response to my urging has been monosyllabic grunts or shouting. Good to see he's a normal teenager*.

Buy "Trips! (South)" now! Before Andrew hits me.





* He's started treating me the way Simon from the Inbetweeners treats his dad.

Beer in North Korea

This seems like the perfect moment to post this little piece on North Korean beer.To mark the Dear Leader's passing in the only way I know: by talking about beer.

The piece below was written by Steve Ainger. A beer tourist so dedicated that he even made it to North Korea. You have to admire his enterprise. Or is that a word that shouldn't be used in conjunction with a Stalinist state?

Over to Steve . . . . .



It is said that North Korea - or the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, to give its full name, is developing quite a thirst for quality beer. Not least because the 'Dear Leader' Kim Jong Il likes nothing better than mixing up his consumption of Cognac (he's the world's biggest private buyer) with an ale or two. So he sent his representatives to Trowbridge in Wiltshire when the Ushers brewery was up for sale, and, Victor Kiam-style, they liked it so much they bought the company and transported it brick by brick to Pyongyang. The result is the Taedong brewery which produces a solid light 5% pilsner and a similar 5%er with really malty undertones. When you visit North Korea you don't really get much of a chance to see the bars - you have basically two options for draught beer anyway. The first is the Yanggakdo Hotel.


Yanggakdo Hotel

There are a couple of decent bars in this hotel, which is the main point of stay for tourists nowadays - situated on an island which you aren't at liberty to leave without your guides - even smoking a cigarette outside brings interest from the staff. But why would you want to leave with seven restaurants and four bars, a bowling alley, pool table and an on-site bookshop with one of the most extensive ranges of propaganda outside News International? Fans of Kim Jong Il's thoughts on the state of modern cinema, socialist prose, US cinema and the secret of a really good haircut would feel like a small child in Hamleys.

The revolving bar (they turn it on when you arrive after some persuasion due to the severe rationing of electricity in the country) has the two different Taedongs and another bottled beer which had an indiscernible label and was incredibly bitter. This is the one that gives you the hangovers that we'd read about in a couple of travelogs.

But its downstairs in the main bar where the draught beer doth flow - on day six at least. While there are all the trappings of a microbrewery - big copper vats scattered around the bar - I'm unsure if they actually brewed beer on the premises here - there was none available until our sixth day and then it had 'arrived that morning'. Still it looked fairly impressive. There were two beers available here - a pretty sour wheat beer and a relatively clean, hoppy lager with a floral bouquet. Both of these were very quaffable and quaff we did.


Koryo Hotel

The only other real option for draft beer in the city is the Koryo Hotel, the other stopover for people doing the 'tourist trail'. When we asked to be taken to a bar in town that our guides frequented, they merely took us to the other main westerners' hotel. This was a downstairs bar relatively pleasant with the aforementioned microbrewed lager and a really excellent dark lager, which went down a treat, and was particularly enjoyed by our driver (who, from his manner and his driving, we suspected rather liked a drink).

A pint or bottle of beer in each place will set you back just 2 Euros, good value in these thrifty times. The North Koreans are embracing the idea of beer to such an extent that a specially recorded advert graced DPRK television - but only once, back in 2009. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/8132199.stm

In fairness to the Head of distribution for Heineken, he seems to have managed to get presence for his brand in this most closed of countries and you can pick up a bottle in any of the bars in your hotel or in the odd restaurant in town that foreigners are allowed in. But for the rare few who get to visit this Communist Disneyland, a Taedong or two will go down very well and, until the revolution, you'll be part of a select club.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Gift Idea #7: Bitter!

Yes it's self-promotion time again wearing a (very) thin disguise of present recommendations.

But this is a very special book. One that hasn't ever really been released. More like escaped. And don't pay attention to that Mini Book Series volume number. "Bitter!" is really a Mega Book. Volume III, I think.Or is it II? No, pretty sure Volume II is Mild! plus. Another unreleased book.

At almost 600 pages, I can't really call it a Mini Book. It's packed with all the usual fun stuff: numbers, tables, asinine humour, more tables and some recipes.

Buy "Bitter!" now. Before I decide to hide it again.

The transformation of James Aitken & Co.

There a few threads running through the reports in the Falkirk Herald about Aitken's brewery. There's the attempts to secure a water supply. Then the series of nasty accidents. But there's another that documents how Aitken's business was transformed around 1900.

First there's the death of John Aitken in 1898:
DEATH OF A FALKIRK BREWER.
The death took place at Falkirk to-day of Mr John Aitken, head of the well-known firm of James Aitken & Co., brewers, Falkirk. Deceased, who was about 65 years of age, was a native of Falkirk, his father being the late Mr James Aitken, brewer. Mr Aitken served his apprenticeship as a brewer in Edinburgh, and afterwards was engaged as manager in a large brewery in England. On the death of his father he returned to Falkirk, and with the late Mr Hardie, assumed the joint control of the business. On Mr Hardie's death a number of years ago, he took the entire management of the concern. He was a keen golf player, and was president of the golf club at Gullane, where he built a residence.
Edinburgh Evening News - Friday 15 April 1898, page 4.
He was succeeded by his son, appropriately called James Aitken. The brewery held a normal public-house licence, which strangely was in the name of the head of the brewery. There wasn't really a pub at the brewery. They just required a licence to be able to sell beer to the public and that was the one they were given. In reality they only made off sales, though technically they could have sold beer to be consumed on the premises. It was a quirk of licensing in Falkirk that brewers and bottlers had full on-licences even though they only made off sales.
FALKIRK BURGH LICENSING COURT.
At a sitting of Falkirk Burgh Licensing Court to-day, Provost Weir presiding, James Cameron Turner, Oban, was granted a transfer to the grocer's license in High Street, formerly held by William C. Baird. A public-house license for the sale of beer at the Falkirk Brewery, held by the late John Aitken, brewer, was transferred to James Aitken, his son. Mr Fivey, of Fivey & Muir. publicans, High Street, having died, the license was transferred in the meantime to Mr Borthwick Watson, executor of the estate, but it was explained that it would be necessary at some future time to transfer it to Mr James Muir, the other partner of the firm.
Edinburgh Evening News - Tuesday 16 August 1898, page 3.

Aitken's new brewery was opened in December 1900 after two years of construction. Which means it must have been started in 1898, the same year John Aitken died. Even before the new plant was finished, the company had gone public:
Falkirk Brewery. -
Among the new stock companies registered in Scotland this week is that of James Aitken and Co., Falkirk, which is to acquire the brewer's business carried on in that name at Falkirk: capital, £150,000 in £10 shares: the subscribers being James H. Aitken, Falkirk: Misses E. Aitken, Mary H. Aitken, Helen T. Aitken, Lily E. Aitken, Agnes Alice Aitken, and Mrs Elizabeth M. Aitken.
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 9 June 1900, page 4.
Looking at the list of subscribers, it doesn't look that public. Everyone on the list is an Aitken. How ere they related? Was Mrs Elizabeth M. Aitken James Aitken's wife or his father's widow? Probably the latter. And the five Miss Aitkens - were they James Aitken's daughters? Hang on a minute. How old could James Aitken be? His father died at the age of "about 65". He couldn’t have been older than his early forties. In which case he'd be struggling to have five adult daughters.

£150,000 was a considerable amount back in those days, when painters were earning 8d an hour. Even £10 was a lot of money. The top copper in Falkirk, the Superintendent of police, only earned £65 a year.

This gives us some idea of the value of the new brewery. What was beung assessed was the rateable value, supposedly the annual rent that could be acquired for the premises. The rateable value was the basis of local rates, the tax imposed by the council.

THE VALUATION OF FALKIRK BREWERY.
Messrs James Aitken and Co. appealed against the valuation proposed to be put on their old and new brewery.

Mr Hunter appeared for the appellants, and said that last year the old and new breweries were assessed at £400 each. The assessor now wished to raise the valuation to £1500. He did not know how he arrived at that figure. This year the assessor wished to reduce the valuation of the old brewery to £300.

The Assessor- No, no; there is no separate valuation. The £1500 includes the whole thing.

Mr Hunter (continuing) said that £300 was far too much for the old brewery, which was practically useless, and had been idle for some time. He submitted that £200 would be a fair valuation for it. Rosebank Distillery was only valued at £830, and yet Mr Bunbury wished to have the brewery assessed at £1500. That figure was excessive. The new building, apart altogether from the moveable plant, cost £16,000. He was quite willing to take it at 5 per cent which would make £800, and to agree to a valuation of £200 for the old brewery - making a rental of £1000 in ail. This- would be the largest valued property they would have in the district.

The Assessor said that 6 per cent. was the  amount taken on business premises, and that rate had been observed all along. That was below what other towns imposed. The regular thing was, he thought, 7 per cent. He had not had the time to scrutinise the different machines and he had accepted his statement as to £16,000 being the cost, although it might be open to question if they went into it thoroughly. He would accept £1100 as the valuation.

The Provost moved that £1100 be fixed and this was agreed to.
Falkirk Herald - Wednesday 11 September 1901, page 4.

The new brewery, inclusive of the fixed machinery (which I take to mean things like the mash tuns, coppers and fermenters), had cost £16,000. If only you could still build a big new brewery for that money. I'd have two. Incidentally, Aitken seems to have appealed every year about the valuation of their brewery. The council probably deliberately over-valued it in anticipation of an appeal.

Finally, Aitken now had a disused old brewery on their hands. One that was costing them money because it added to the rateable value of their premises. They tried to sell it, but had no takers:

The Property Market. -
A number of properties were exposed for sate in the Crown Hotel on Thursday afternoon. The property at No 10 High Street, Falkirk, with the site and buildings of the old Falkirk brewery, were exposed for sales. There were no bidders, however, and the sale was adjourned. Messrs John & W. K. Gair & Gibson, writers, Falkirk, were the agents.
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 15 February 1902, page 4.

They can't have had much luck trying to unload the old brewery, because 9 months later this appeared:

The committee had again under consideration the offer of James Aitken and Co. (Falkirk), Ltd., to sell the old brewery to the Town Council, but the committee could not see their way to recommend the Town Council to entertain the offer in the meantime.
Falkirk Herald - Saturday 22 November 1902, page 6.

Doesn't sound like the council was very keen on taking it on. And why should they be? The company were still paying rates on the building.

In a period of just four years the head of the firm had changed, a new brewery had been built, the company floated and the old brewery abandonned. Exciting and challenging times.

Monday, 19 December 2011

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Illegal Sunday drinking

Falkirk. I'm getting to know its late 19th-century officials quite well. It's all these newspaper reports of council proceedings I've been reading. Weird that. In a modern newspaper I can't think of anything less likely to attract my attention than the details of a council meeting.

It being the 19th century, beer and pubs crop up quite often. Usually discussing ways to control them and the lowlifes that hung around in them. Often prompted by the temperance nutcases who seemed intent on robbing the poor of any enjoyment they might have. You get much the same thing today, except nowadays it's usually doctors who are the killjoys.

A word of explanation first to explain what they're discussing in this article. The Forbes Mackenzie Act, or Licensing (Scotland) Act 1853 to give it its official name, introduced Sunday closing for pubs in Scotland. It had been pushed by a bunch of temperance loonies who saw it as a way of saving the working classes from themselves. I'm sure those working classes were overjoyed. So much so, that they tried to circumvent it whenever possible. As you'll read below.

"Mr Henderson then submitted the following petition:-

"To the Sheriff of the Eastern District of Stirlingshire, and to the Provost and Magistrates of Falkirk. ' The Memorial of the Committee of the Falkirk Branch of the Evangelical Alliance,

"Respectfully Sheweth, - That, whereas Sabbath desecration prevails to a considerable extent in Falkirk and the vicinity, and whereas several of the forms of Sabbath-breaking involve a violation of the laws of the land, such as the unlawful selling of spirits on the Lord's Day, both in houses licensed and in those having no license for the sale of spirits, and the opening of shops on the Lord's Day for the sale of sweatmeats and fruit; and whereas such offences are fitted to exercise a most demoralising influence on the community,

"Your memorialists would respectfully crave the civil authorities to take all steps competent in the circumstances to check these  these evils and to enforce the observance of the laws which prohibit traffic on the Lord's Day.

"In name and by authority of the Committee,

CHAS. S. GAULD, Chairman."

. . .

The Provost (referring to the petition from the Evangelical Alliance) said the Magistrates and Town Council had no force at their disposal to watch and look after regular public-houses.

Bailie Jones-I think the petition should be laid upon the table and read this day six months. (Laughter.)

Mr Hodge - I think it is our duty, at any rate, seeing these things take place, to paY attention to this petition. I have seen the scum of the population going in at these public-house doors, not for the purpose of taking out spirits, but going in and remaining there drinking.

Bailie Jones - What is the harm of selling a few sweeties ?

Mr Hodge - It is spirts I am talking about. It is disgraceful to see them coming out of public-houses on Sabbath morning.

Mr Baird - It is against the law.

Mr Neilson - It is certainly wrong. I think it is not for us to interfere. It is a matter entirely for the Fiscal. I do not think we can go into public-houses and interfere with them. It is not our duty.

Mr Hodge - It is everybody's duty.

Bailie Jones - Where does that take place, Mr Hodge?

Mr Hodge said when the Commissioners were prepared to take action he was prepared to give names.

Mr Baird - What Mr Hodge has said is true. There is too much Sabbath drinking - too much of that both morning and night.

Bailie MORRISON thought they were not called upon to undertake the watching of public-houses. The scenes in the Corn Exchange on Feeing Thursday* were, if possible, worse, and yet no steps were taken to put them down.

Mr Neilson thought those who kept irregular houses should get a hint that if they did not keep more regular hours their licenses would be withdrawn.

Bailie Morrison - That may do some good.

Mr Hodge - If that is a common practice it should be checked.

Bailie Jones - I think it is the fiscal's business, and not ours.

The Provost - Wherever parties are brought up for violating the law, a conviction is got against them. The Fiscal is bound to bring up every such case, and instruct the police. The magistrates and justices are the parties who grant the licenses, and it is their duty either to diminish or withdraw licenses as they think proper. We have no power in granting licenses; and I think it is more the police or the Fiscal's duty.

Mr Neilson - Have we no power in granting licenses ?

The Provost - O, you know, we were opposed when we asked that. It was not granted

Mr Neilson - I do not think they ever did anything more disgraceful. (Laughter.) It is something very funny, indeed.

The Provost - Can we not instruct our clerk to return an answer to this memorial, stating that the magistrates and Council are quite alive to the evil . referred to, but are not in a position to take steps.

Mr Neilson - l think so.

The Provost  - What is your opinion, gentlemen ?

Bailie Jones - l think we should have nothing to do with it. Let the fiscal and the police take it up. We have plenty to do without being made policemen. (Laughter.)

The Provost  - We are not looked upon as taking any part in spying out such as outrage the law. It is our duty to repress the evil in whatever shape it may appear, but we are not vested with the necessary powers to take action in this matter.

Mr Neilson referred to the evil of Sabbath night drinking in public houses. He thought it should be put down.

The Provost said if they adopted the Forbes Mackenzie Act they must work it out in its purity. He understood there was a class of grocers who allowed drink to be consumed on their premises. This was contrary to law. How many grocers continued to act as they had done before the passing of the Forbes Mackenzie Act he would not say. For himself, he had always obeyed the law since it was law. He defied any one to say that he had supplied parties with spirits to be consumed on the premises. If they would work the Forbes Mackenzie Act they must work it in its purity.

Mr NEILSON said that was quite true. He was satisfied many people who went into these shops went in under the pretence of buying snuff, and yet only went in for drink. (A laugh )

The Provost then referred to that portion of the memorial regarding unlicensed houses keeping open for the sale of liquors on Sundays. He had seen people going about staggering on the Sabbath mornings, which was a disgrace to the town If it could, it should be repressed; but they had no force at their disposal; the police were not under their control. The police were, however, bound to bring before the magistrates all parties committing offences or crimes; although this was true, he did not see how they could cause the police to act under their orders in reference to public houses.

Mr Neilson thought the principles of the Forbes Mackenzie Act were good. The provisions might sometimes be severe, but undoubtedly the general spirit of the act was good. It was meant prevent young people from going to public houses on the Sabbath.

Mr Hodge - It is not likely to be repealed.

The Provost again suggested that the Clerk be instructed to inform the memorialists that the magistrates were of opinion they were not in a position to take action in repressing the evil complained of, having no force at their disposal.

A conversation of the same tenor as that already reported continued for some time, in the course of which the Provost said it was likely there would be some amendment made upon the Forbes Mackenzie Act; and it would be well that some definite party were pointed out to prosecute those who outraged the law. In order to get a conviction, in the meantime, it was necessary for some one to place himself in the position of a common informer. A resolution, in terms of the suggestion of the Provost, was then agreed to. "
Falkirk Herald - Thursday 6 June 1861, page 3.

Let's get this straight. The Evangelical Alliance weren't just against booze being sold on Sunday. They wanted to stop shops selling sweets and fruit. Yes, that's bound to demoralise the working classes, letting them buy fruit on a Sunday. Only the best interests of the masses at heart, eh? The self-righteous bastards.

"I have seen the scum of the population going in at these public-house doors". When I read that I couldn't help picturing Rab C. Nesbitt and Jamesie Cotter disappearing through the front door of the Giblet**.

From the discussion, it appears to have been common knowledge that both licensed pubs were opening illegally on Sunday and that unlicensed premises were also selling booze. The Evangelical Alliance's appeal to the council was meant to force them to enforce the law, something they neatly sidestepped. Very political to tut-tut and say how terrible it was but that they could do nothing. "That's the job of the police, mate. Nothing we can do."

If it was the job of the police to prosecute those breaking the law, it begs the question: what weren't they doing so? If the breaches of the law were so blatant, why did they do nothing? And why didn't the Evangelical Alliance complain to the police? Perhaps they'd already tried that with no success.

The remarks of the Provost (the Scottish equivalent of a Mayor, Bailie = alderman) are fascinating. It's clear that he himself is a licensed grocer. Before the Forbes Mackenzie Act licensed grocers had been allowed to sell alcohol for consumption on the premises. The practice was very widespread. After Forbes Mackenzie licensed grocers were only allowed to sell drink for consumption off the premises. Drinking in grocers' shops was a particularly Scottish phenomenon and did not occur in England.

What does this article tell us? That just because something is law, doesn't mean that it's obeyed.

Incidentally, I've been looking at an 1858 Ordnance Survey map of Falkirk. The town is absolutely packed with pubs. Some tiny alleyways have three. When I've time, I'll go through and count them.


* Feeing Thursday was an annual fair in Falkirk, notorious for rowdy behaviour.

** I realise this reference is meaningless for most from outside the UK. "Rab C. Nesbitt" is a popular televisual entertainment based around the lives of residents of Govan, part of Glasgow. Unlike most British comedies, it's never made it outside the UK. Doubtless because the characters are often barely comprehensible, even to native English speakers.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

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Taking an idea and running it into the ground. That's one one of my specialities. Along with crappy jokes and numbers.

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"London!" is a celebration of brewing in London . . . hang on, I've already used that one. It's a compendium of capital delights. Want to learn about Whitbread's beers in excruciating detail? It's the book for you. Or that very special loved one. I'd be giving Dolores a copy, except she said "Don't try fobbing me off with one of your rubbishy books as a present." What better endorsement could you get than that?

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Theft of beer

I've found out something else about Aitken's brewery. Again obliquely, this time by means of a short crime report.

"Tuesday.
Theft of Beer. - James Duffy, lorryman, Howgate, was charged with having on 6th March stolen a quantity of beer from a barrel in the yard of the Falkirk Brewery, belonging to Messrs James Aitken and Company. Accused pleaded guilty. The Fiscal said that there were barrels full of beer placed upon stands, and to these barrels spiles were attached so that if any persons connected with the works wanted a drink they had only to take out the spile. One of the brewery workmen on Sunday while near the place saw two men tampering with the barrels. Both decamped at the time, but the man was able to supply the police with a description of one of them, and Duffy was apprehended and identified at once. The other man, however, could not be identified. The accused was found lying with, his face close to the barrel, and about threefourths of the contents of the hogshead had run to waste before the spile was got in. As far as he could see, it was a premeditated theft. Accused had no right whatever to be on the premises, as he was not in the employment of the brewery. The Bailie said that according to tho explanation of the Fiscal, it was not what the accused had taken, but the quantity he had destroyed. Accused in with the intention of stealing this beer, and that was a bad feature in the case. There was an amount of premeditation about it, and although the quantity of the beer was not very costly, still the intention to steal was there. Accused was fined 15s, or ten days."Falkirk Herald - Wednesday 9 March 1898, page 5.

What was it I learned? That Aitken was a "wet" brewery. That is, one where the workers were allowed to drink beer during the day. I suspect that in the 19th century virtually every brewery was wet. Draymen were notorious pissheads. My Mum told me that when she was a young girl in Birmingham in the 1920's and 1930's that the horses used to find the route themselves because the draymen were often too drunk to drive properly. See, there's an advantage of having horse-drawn drays: a built-in autopilot.

It's an odd system that they used, just having the barrels out in the open in the brewery yard. If only because it would form an obvious temptation to anyone who saw the barrels. I can imagine the conversation, James Duffy saying to his mate: "I know where we can get free beer." Who can resist that? I know I can't.

That 15s or ten days is part of a standard formula. Each day in prison could be bought off with a fine of 1s 6d. The papers are full of drunk and incapable cases. The standard rate for that a 7s 6d fine of 5 days. Which seems a little harsh. Depending on how incapable you had to be to get arrested. 7s 6d was about a day's wage at the time.

I wonder what beer was in the barrels? That there were two suggests that there might have been more than one type available.

Saturday, 17 December 2011

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War uh, what is it good for? Keeping bloody teenagers off the streets and finding a socially acceptable outlet for the murderous proclivities.

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Like a low-quality music hall performer, I'll leave you with  a song:

Lloyd George's beer, Lloyd George's beer,
At the brewery, there's nothing doing,
All the water-works are brewing,
Lloyd George's beer, it isn't dear
Oh they say it is a terrible war, Oh Lor'
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Aitken digs a well

These old newspapers are wonderful things. I think I might have discovered the reason why Aitken took so long to dig a well.

Though I'm well aware that newspapers report some things and not others. Anything connected with human tragedy or crime is reported. More mundane, successful events often aren't considered news.

"MELANCHOLY AND FATAL ACCIDENT.
On Thursday morning, painful catastrophe occurred on the premises of Messrs James Aitken & Co., brewers, Falkirk. The accident happened in connection with a well which was being sunk the yard for a full supply of pure water. The boring of the shaft which was 35 feet deep, was entrusted to William Borland, and its wall-work to Mr William Hume, mason. Only 28 feet of the shaft, however, had been built with the brick, so that there remained a drop of some seven feet for the building which would weigh at least some 13 ton. Thursday morning, Messrs Borland and Hume with other two men had gone down the well for the purpose of filling up this vacancy, and from its critical depth deemed it necessary to use second crib. What rendered the dropping of the brick work all the more perilous, too, was the fact of the soil upon which it was for the most part built, being simply a bed of quicksand. As it was, the unfortunate men had scarcely begun work when the building surged, and they thus found themselves all at once envelloped in mass of falling bricks and sand.

William Liddell, workman in tho employ of the Falkirk Brewery Company, bravely went down the critical shaft, and wrought assiduously for the relief of the buried men. James Lowrie, labourer, who, when , the rustling noise of sand was first heard, and the shout given Mr Borland - "All to the centre," - leapt up and caught the bucket chain, was the first rescued. His wounds, however, although undoubtedly severe, were by no means of an alarming character. He was removed to an adjoining shed, and attended by Dr Espie, who was already at the scene of the catastrophe. William Borland was the next brought up, whose head seemed to be frightfully bruised over the temples, and whose whole body, indeed, less or more severely injured. But in addition to these, Mr Hume and James Morrison, mason, were still underneath the building. The latter, whose legs were only embedded in the debris, was also ultimately rescued, and escaped with very trifling bruises. While he remained below, however, the greatest anxiety prevailed amongst the multitude that had now assembled at the scene of the accident. William Liddell, who had gone down to the assistance of the poor fellows, had, : from some squeamish feeling, been obliged to come up. The cry was now raised, who will go down ? Not one, however, was there who showed within him the heroic daring to face such peril for the sake of his brother's life, until Mr Henry Hume, son of the deceased man, nobly volunteered to descend. Taking off his coat, he bravely entered the bucket, and in second was by the side of Morrison and his poor father. His first act was to examine his father's face, and single glance at the rigid countenance sufficed to tell the sad sad tale of death. He then turned round and set to the extricating of Morrison, but was only a few minutes so engaged, when, unfortunately, a brick fell from the shattered building above and wounded him severely on the head. He was then immediately brought the shaft, and the cut he had sustained was found to be so deep that the doctor had the wound to sew. After this, Morrison was left to work his legs out of the debris as he best could, and, fortunately, in short time, by dint of his own exertions, and the efforts of those at the shaft-mouth, who had in their hands a rope which was fastened round his body, he was once more safe above ground. Dr Espies attention, from first to last, to the wounded men cannot be too highly lauded.

Poor Hume was now left alone, and, without doubt, dead in the bottom of the shaft. In the morning when the sun shone brightly, his head and shoulders were distinctly seen above the debris in which his body, for the most part, was buried. Judging from the attitude in which he stood embedded, the building must have fallen in around him without his having had a single moment's warning of the direful catastrophe at hand. His face was bent down upon the sand, and, indeed, the whole body seemed to be in a stooping position ; or rather buried two-fold. This, of course, once explains how he, although on the same level with Morrison, died so quickly. From the pressure of the sand and other material from the delapidated shaft upon his chest, he must, in fact, have been almost immediately suffocated. Morrison states that he only heard deceased give one or two imploring cries like person in distress, and after that all was motionless and still. But the spine was suffering as well as the heart. On being examined, after the exhumation, his back was found to be broken; yet further than a slight wound directly above one of his eyes no outward bruises were visible.

When it was once beyond question that Hume was "gone," it was prudently resolved that the shaft should be rendered thoroughly safe before any exertions were made to recover his body. Under the superintendence of Mr John Wilson, South Bantaskine, and Henry Aitken, Darroch, s number of practical men were set to work to remove every brick of the shaft from its mouth downwards. Step by step they thus proceeded in their work of demolition, making secure, however, as they went downwards, the quicksand walls of the pit. Yet, notwithstanding, the most active and unwearied exertions, it was about seven in the evening before Mr Hume's body was extricated. Immediately its recovery, the corpse was conveyed to the home of the sorrowing and bereaved family, who under this sore affliction, have the deepest sympathy of a large community of friends. Mr Hume, who was in the 56th year of his age, has left a widow and six children, the youngest of whom is nine years, to mourn the loss of the dearest of husbands and fathers. As a public man, Mr Hume was universally respected for his quiet, shrewd, and estimable common sense; while his happy and social disposition in private made him the object of a tender and altogether kindly regard.

On Tuesday afternoon, the remains of William Hume were interred in the South U.P. burial ground. The cortege, which was large, comprised the majority of the leading townsmen - a striking instance of the great and general respect in which the deceased was held. The men - Barland, H. Hume, and J. Laurie, who got themselves severely injured by the accident, are, we are happy to say, recovering rapidly."
Stirling Observer - Thursday 25 August 1864, page 6.

Note the date: 1864. Just a couple of years after Aitken's problems with the town water supply. Presumably that prompted them to try to secure a more reliable supply of brewing water.

A tragedy for those involved, but a stroke of luck for me. Would the newspaper have reported Aitken successfully digging a well? I suspect not. But for the terrible accident, I'd never have known about the well.

This is the phrase that offers a possible explanation of the delay in digging a well: "the soil upon which it was for the most part built, being simply a bed of quicksand". It sounds as if the ground under the brewery wasn't particularly suitable for digging a well.

The Falkirk Herald is full of nasty accidents. Many connected with people's work. There were other fatalities at the brewery. Health and safety didn't seem to be at the front of anyone's mind.

Not that it's relevant to this story, but I don't want to forget to relate it. I stumbled on a report from the 1890's of an increase in the hourly rate of master painters from 7.5d to 8d an hour. That's a massive 3.33p per hour they'd be earning after the increase. Lucky devils.

But then I got to thinking about prices. A pint of standard beer only cost 2d. So the painters were earning 4 pints an hour. I wonder how many a painter earns today? Say a pint of beer costs 3 quid. That's £12 per hour. Not wonderful, but it helps put 8d an hour into perspective.