I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons and memories came flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first pint.
Got him a Fosters ….. he didn’t like it – I had it.
Then I got him Carlsberg, he didn’t like it so I had it.
It was the same with Guinness and cider.
By the time we got down to the whisky I could hardly push the pram home.