I’m starting a new series called The Bootstrap Chronicles – cool stories about self-funded company beginnings.
Why? Two reasons… entertainment and inspiration.
First, these are fun to research, fun to write and fun to read. So, if you get nothing more than entertainment from them, I'm happy.
If they happen to inspire you in your business as well, even better.
First one's below. Hope you enjoy!
If your top-selling US beer is named Elvis Juice and you receive a threatening letter from Elvis Presley’s estate, how would you react?
School friends and BrewDog cofounders James Watt and Martin Dickie did what any sensible cofounders would do.
First, they legally changed their names to Elvis. Both of them.
They doubled down by changing their email, driving licenses etc.
Finally, they sent a semi-serious counter claim, demanding the Presley estate pay a fee for “using our name in all of your music”.
A level-headed, rational response. Or not.
This type of marketing stunt has peppered BrewDog’s history.
And there are few companies that divide opinion quite as much.
But love them or loathe them, their rise has been astonishing.
So, how did two men and a dog go from sleeping in a warehouse to forming a cult brand worth a staggering £1.8 billion valuation?
Bored of their jobs and sick of the “stuffy ales and fizzy yellow lagers” that surrounded them, Elvis ‘James’ Watt and Elvis ‘Martin’ Dickie decided to create their own beer.
This was 2006 – Dickie was working at a brewery called Thornbridge while Watt was working on a fishing boat in the North Atlantic.
The beer epiphany occurred, appropriately, over a beer. A Sierra Nevada Pale Ale purchased at Tesco’s, to be precise.
Watt experienced an “awakening” due to the tipple’s “bomb of flavour”. Suddenly, instead of piss-coloured lager and god-awful stout, beer flavour experimentation seemed a great idea.
So, with brewing kit in tow, they retreated to Dickie’s mum’s garage and got to brewing.
Their first batch was ruined when a phone and set of car keys somehow ended up in the mash.
A cheap-ass garden hose was to blame for the second batch tasting “really strongly of plastic”.
On just their third crack they were on to a winner. Impressive.
Next step: getting people to agree with them.
The first of those people was Michael Jackson. No, not that one.
The MJ in question was the late beer and whisky writer who was revered in the industry.
With an imperial stout they’d aged in a Scotch whisky barrel they headed to London and handed it to Jackson.
His immediate reaction, according to Dickie, was ‘Guys, you need to give up the day job.’
This glowing endorsement helped them take the plunge, and Dickie promptly moved back to his parents’ house to cut down his outgoings.
They topped-up their combined savings of £30,000 with a “scary” £20,000 bank loan, then got to work.
The first six months were comically bad. They had no money to pay for help so, in Watt’s own words "we were welding, wiring, falling off ladders and electrocuting ourselves”.
These were humble beginnings – they bought second-hand brewing equipment and rented a drafty, ramshackle warehouse in Aberdeenshire.
To stay afloat, and to stay warm, the pair and eponymous dog would often work 20-hour days.
In between sleeping on sacks of malt, they filled bottles by hand and traversed north-east Scotland, literally selling beer out the back of a van, trying to drum up interest at farmers’ markets.
It was tough going, with interest low. On good days, they were selling just a few cases.
With funds shrinking by the day, they started to miss loan payments (which was almost disastrous further down the line).
Still, they persevered. Rather than getting disheartened, they continued adding beers to their range.
This proved crucial.
The pivotal moment came when Watt entered a selection of beers into a Tesco-run competition
The prize: a place on the shelves of the UK supermarket giant.
They did pretty well.
Of the four beers they’d entered, the panel of people “who knew something about beer,” ranked them first, second, third and fourth.
“It felt pretty amazing.” admitted Dickie.
In reality, it was a good news, bad news-type situation.
At Tesco HQ, they learned the contract would be for 2,000 cases a week to stock 500 stores.
He must have some poker face, our Watt.
Without flinching he said “no problem,” saying nothing of the fact the whole operation was two guys filling bottles by hand.
But the first shipment wasn’t due for four months, so that’s how long they had to work it out.
To have any hope, they needed £150,000 to set up a bottling line and new fermentation tank.
Their first port of call?
Back to the bank who gave them their initial loan.
BrewDog was making no money at this point and, more importantly, was not even making its monthly loan repayments. Tesco-Schmesco, they weren’t getting more money.
Undeterred, the pair showed considerable cojones by popping next door and lying through their teeth:
Of course, it's a story with a happy ending – they secured themselves the HSBC loan and got cracking.
In the end, the first Tesco-bound beer came off the line just two days before they were due to ship!
The rest, as the cliché goes, is history.
Persevering through lean times, staying true to their original idea, an off-the-cuff decision to enter a competition, bluffing Tesco, a ballsy move to mislead HSBC – all defining moments.
And it all combined to transform them from a company unable to pay the bills, losing money and going nowhere to one stocked nationwide and, later, exporting internationally.
That's it - first one in the bag! If you'd prefer to read it on a website, shoot me a message and I'll share the link.
And if you liked it so much you think you'd enjoy more, I can send you a link so you can join the mailing list. Or not – I'll be posting them here too, so don't feel obliged.
Either way, really appreciate you taking the time to read!