Who asked him?

I don't know much about cider, but I know what I like. When I'm at the in-laws in Devon it's pretty common to find a barrel of a very local and often nameless cider in some of the more remote pubs. It's always delicious, and the equal or better of anything I've had in France. Then there's the more common 'consumer' stuff like Gwatkins, Dunkerton's and Aspall, Chucklehead, Winkleigh... there's a list of good British stuff as long as Peter Mandelson's face.



Comparing this stuff to trampagne like White Lightning is a bit like comparing a cabbage with a football. Ignorant of cider as I am, i'm certainly better informed than desperate wine bore Malcolm Gluck, who's moaning about British cider over at The Guardian like he did about beer in february 2009. He got his not-inconsiderable fundament handed to him back then and no doubt it'll happen this time too. And I still don't buy The Guardian.

(I haven't any pictures of cider. Hopefully Evans' greengrocers will do. They sell apples, and they're in Devon).