Mines a Pint of Prestige - Cask Ale's BID for UNESCO Glory.

“Mine’s a Pint of Prestige” — Cask Ale’s Bid for UNESCO Glory

Picture it: UNESCO delegates in suits, nodding thoughtfully as a bloke behind a sticky bar top pulls a pint of warm, flat ale into a dimpled mug with all the urgency of a Sunday morning. Welcome to Britain, lads. And welcome to cask ale — the national treasure you never knew needed saving.

Apparently, some absolute legends in the UK beer scene are trying to get cask ale recognised as Intangible Cultural Heritage by UNESCO. That’s right — the same status as Neapolitan pizza, French wine culture, and, you know, ancient Mongolian throat singing. About bloody time, innit?

Let’s be honest: cask ale has had a rough ride. While everyone else was busy necking hazy IPAs that smell like a mango got mugged in a pine forest, the humble hand-pull got pushed to the back of the bar — next to the dusty optics and the bloke who only drinks bitter because "lager makes him bloat."

But cask ale is no relic. It’s a living, breathing beer — literally. It’s live, it’s cellar-tempered, and it demands respect, or at least basic cellar training. And yeah, it goes off quicker than a TikTok trend, but that’s part of the charm. You don’t store a Picasso in a damp shed, so why treat your pint of Harvey’s Sussex Best like an afterthought?

So here we are: cask ale standing up, pint in hand, saying, “Put me in the history books, mate.” And frankly, Crafty_Dogg is here for it. Not just because cask ale is delicious when kept well (and a war crime when it’s not), but because it’s ours. It's British pub culture distilled into a pint: a bit warm, a bit stubborn, but full of character.

If the French can get baguettes protected, we can do the same for a pint of proper.

Now, someone tell UNESCO to try a pint of Landlord pulled through sparkler — and watch their world get rocked.