SIMON HOSKING
(1936-2023)
Our Chairman from 2009, a colourful character who’d often greet male friends with ‘Hello, dear boy!’, passed away at home in late-September. He will be best remembered as a pioneer microbrewer predating the launch of CAMAL.
Encouraged by the opening of Godson’s Brewery in 1977 (the first in London that century) and Bruce’s initial Firkin brewpub, he’d used a pay-off from Southwark Council, where he’d been Senior Assistant Borough Treasurer, to found the Tower Bridge Brewery in a former ropemakers’ premises. A one-man operation, where visitors would be put to work before being permitted to sample the beer, ‘Simon’s Tower Bridge Bitter’, he was probably better at marketing the product than brewing, with branded merchandise helping to promote his brew in the free trade. In July 1981, having obtained a licence to open a brewery tap on the premises, he sold out to two brewers recently made redundant from Courage’s nearby. Although brewing on site ceased four years later, Ye Olde Bridge House, opened in May 1982, had expanded by 2004 to become Adnam’s flagship pub and is, today, The Raven ph.
Growing up in wartime Warwick, Simon later studied at Sheffield University and, qualified as a member of the Institute of Municipal Treasurers and Accountants (now CIFPA), worked for the GLC and other London boroughs. After his brewing career ended, he returned to local government finance, in both freelance and agency capacities, and for at least three masonic lodges.
In 1997, however, he was tempted back into the beer world and jointly with Tony Flatman, regenerated an historic, but run-down, pub, The Wharf House in Oxford, which was a true free house specialising in local beer, ciders and perries. Unsurprisingly, it featured regularly in CAMRA’s Good Beer Guide and also became notable for it’s good stock of Belgian beer, claiming to be the only pub in the city that accepted payment in Euros! After a while, Simon sold out to Tony but maintained his interest in zythology to the very end, aged 86, fulfilling his aim to visit every new ‘craft’ brewery and taproom in London. Earlier, he’d made trips across Europe and, even, to Thailand, supporting beer festivals etc. In this and many other respects, as an invaluable guide and statistician, he was an eminently worthy Chairman to have fronted our modest organisation so ably. Farewell, dear boy!
Roger Warhurst with additional contributions by Paul Dabrowski
This depiction of mediæval monastic brewing appears to have the CAMAL tankard clearly in view!
MIKE BIRD
(1934-2022)
Mike, who grew up in New Barnet in north London, was an avid collector of butterflies and moths and formed a lepidopterist club with a couple of his chums when he was about 12 years old! He was also a good artist from a very young age even modelling – and attempting to fire – model tigers made from clay dug up from the garden of the family home – he always had an irrepressible sense of the ridiculous! For instance, after evening etching classes in Bloomsbury, he would lead other pupils to his nearby flat and produce cooked pheasant legs. [He’d made an arrangement with a butcher at Leadenhall Market as no-one else wanted to eat such ‘delicacies’.] Much as he liked eating them, though, they were definitely a dental challenge!
In the early 1950s, he had been an officer cadet at RAF Bempton (near Bridlington) but missed the grade as a pilot, so spent his National Service in the other ranks as an underground radar operator. After demobilisation and a spell free-diving in Ibiza with a fellow ex-cadet, he followed him to Canada where he worked, again ‘below ground’, at Britannia Mines near Vancouver and acquired his vacation home at Comox on Vancouver Island.
Having entered his uncle’s stationery business in Hackney, London, it was through that, employing one Geoff Broadley as a part-time storeman in 1982, that he became enthused with Geoff’s passion for beer, similarly joining both the SPBW and CAMRA, and becoming a regular participant on The Ring, too. Having recently been divorced, despite children, when Geoff resolved to form a new offshoot organisation, to promote what he saw as the neglected subject of good, foreign, beer and, particularly, the bottom-fermentation brewing of lager, Mike immediately signed-up as a founding member of the ‘Campaign for Authentic Lager’. He became a regular participant on what were, then, annual research trips abroad until quite recently when their frequency diminished with an ageing membership. It was through him, whilst eating in a chicken restaurant in Wüerzburg, Germany, on a Munich & Bamberg trip, that he persuaded Peter & Edith Hulansky to join CAMAL, thereby enhancing our international credentials still further. However, his commitment in seeking out the better foreign bars was invariably tested, upon arriving at a railway station – invariably, as they often are, some distance away from the town centre – especially when he’d spotted an adjacent station hotel, giving rise to the criticism that he would favour ‘any old pub’!
After retirement, he moved to a cottage at Millbrook, on the Cornish coast, where he could indulge his passions for painting, sailing, and (folk) singing this side of ‘the pond’ as well. His participation on The Ring – bestowed with the epithet ‘Woodpecker’ – understandably suffered as a result but he could usually be counted upon to attend the return Wandsworth event held each October before he’d ‘commute’ over to British Columbia for the season.
Mike was supposed to outlive us all as he seemed to live several lives in parallel. His energy levels would often leave others flagging behind even if he had 20 years on others younger than himself and, latterly, was still snowboarding in Canada every winter until replacement knees, a decade or so before his death at 87 years of age, forced him to stop. As one of the oldest snowboarders on the piste, he’d become known as a ‘grey on a tray’! And, despite previous health problems, including having a heart valve fitted and suffering a minor stroke (both in 2008), he’d soon made a full recovery with his usual grit and determination but, alas, wasn’t able to rally from another heart ailment.
He was, of course, a real character, a stalwart of CAMAL, CAMRA, The Ring & SPBW and he’ll be remembered by many in those bodies as having been scurrilously good, avant-garde, company when attending such beer-related events. He was a great example to us all of a life lived well.
compiled by Paul Dabrowski from various Life Stories posted at muchloved.com
WILLIAM (BILL) ENGLISH
(1957-2018)
Bill’s untimely death at the early age of sixty came as a shock to many, not least to his numerous friends in CAMAL, and in both CAMRA & SPBW circles besides. Being a Londoner and an Ealing surburbanite neither constrained nor limited his horizons as his many trips abroad confirmed, most recently to Taiwan, again in search of the next beer to savour and note (with nearly 4,500 recorded as tasted in one two-year period alone!). He was a perennial attendee at the Biermeile (Berlin), the Bokbier (Amsterdam) and the Bier Passie (Antwerp) festivals along with many past CAMAL research trips too. Knowledgeable, entertaining, generous, conscientious and with boundless enthusiasm, he could be serious as required and had a deep, private, side.
Fiercely independent, he could also be quirky and stubborn in equal measure and had many other interests as well. Heading towards the Alton bus rally one year, he had already consumed a hearty breakfast before taking the train to meet up with some others who hadn’t eaten. Undeterred, Bill joined them by tucking-in to another substantial breakfast, immediately earning him the epithet of Bill Double Full English Breakfast! Perhaps surprisingly, he had been slim and a bit of a sportsman in his younger days and, although this voracious appetite had taken its toll on his girth latterly, he was not overtly obese – you could just tell he enjoyed his food, beer and convivial company – in short, life as a zythologist in general. His funeral at Mortlake crematorium in late-September was packed out with many members from each of the three organisations travelling from all parts of the UK – a fitting tribute to his popularity – to join his family in grief.
Thus, Bill will be sorely missed and such has been the reaction following his death that a number of plaques in his memory have been unveiled at The Harp, Covent Garden, The Olde Mitre, Holborn Circus, and The Star Tavern, Belgravia, – all Fuller’s pubs that were haunts he frequented particularly as downing pints of London Pride were mainly favoured – to commemorate his CAMRA and SPBW activism. However, despite some leftover funding with which to similarly recognise his contribution to CAMAL as well, a sale by the Scots owners of The Old Nickel in Amsterdam meant that this was not to be.
Paul Dabrowski with acknowledgements to London Drinker magazine (which Bill regularly distributed around central London)
GEOFF BROADLEY
(1922-2014)
Geoffrey Broadley was a remarkable man for many reasons, who founded CAMAL in 1986, I believe, after much reflection on the undrinkability of "lager" here in the UK compared with that found on the continent. Geoff's experience, as far as German beer was concerned, was long, going way back before I first met him, when playing boules at The Rising Sun, in Northaw, Hertfordshire. Characteristically, he was playing with boules he had cast from pistons. For Geoff, who made his own geiger counter and coil winder, this was quite normal. He'd said to me, "Do you like good beer?", to which my reply, sagely, was, "If I like it, it's good beer".
Back then, in 1982, I was new to real ale much less the pub scene and, having just separated from my wife and without other personal entanglements, I was ripe for the pub crawls he proposed. Also, at work, I needed a part-time afternoon storeman and Geoff keenly took on the job which gave him a reason for being in central London after work. I usually joined him a couple of hours later after clearing up any loose-ends.
First came the Society for the Preservation of Beers from the Wood, then the Campaign for Real Ale's North London Branch and, finally, the Ring, where Geoff became known as 'Potters' (after Potter's Bar close-by to his home) and I, 'Woodpecker'. Shortly, after he'd suggested I join him on a trip to Munich and Bamberg by way of Wuppertal, I was hooked! [Former CAMAL member Michael Berridge added; I remember the Bamberg excursions well and, particularly, the Guinness-like smoked Schlenkerla in the brewery's high-vaulted beer hall, though Mahr's Bräu was probably my favourite. Such was our dedication to authentic Bamberg beer that I have yet to set foot in the Cathedral with its famous "Bamberg Horseman".]
When Geoff decided to retire to create CAMAL, I was keen to be a founding member. Geoff was with us on many trips but stopped when costs for going by land became prohibitive (Geoff had an aversion to air travel after his experience in a Horsa glider during the Normandy invasion of World War II).
I had a beer with him shortly before he moved to Norfolk but, unfortunately, lost contact from then on.
Mike Bird
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