Today I was in one of those rare good moods where I fancied trying something I don't remember hearing anything about, a světlá 11° from Pivovar Sedlčanský Krčín , and the best way I can describe it is, paraphrasing Pink Floyd, Hello, Is there any flavour in there? Just nod if you can hear me, are there any malt or hops? The pint was very well tapped, and there was nothing in the beer that could be considered really bad, or really good. It was halfway between everything, almost like political correctness in a pint; a non-denominational beer. It had me wondering whether that isn't intended; as if the brewer believed that people are bound to repeat what they have forgotten. And then I realised that there must be more than a few other, equally bland and joyless beers whose names I have forgotten. Na Zdraví!