Arri London > wrote:

> Don Gray wrote:
>>
>> Arri London > wrote:
>>
>> Arri. You've taken me back to the late 1950's. I was a corporal in the
>> Territorial Army, R.E.M.E division. Our Yorkshire division spent it's
>> annual camp at Tavistock, in Devon. One Saturday we were allowed a
>> trip into Plymouth. Four of us tackled the local pubs.
>>
>> We'd heard of the strength of scrumpy, the local delicacy and being
>> youthfully cocky, asked for four pints. A local, seeing the uniforms
>> and noting the foreign dialect warned us to drink only halves. Three
>> of us agreed but one of our bolshy pals ignored the old sage. The
>> booze was drawn from the barrel and although cloudy, went down a
>> treat. In less that an hour four had been sunk. We exited.
>>
>> On hitting the outside air the four pint fella went totally berserk.
>> He swung round the nearest lamppost shouting and singing. Just as
>> quickly he slid to the concrete and went out like a light.
>>
>> He had to be trucked back to the barracks. I've never drunk scrumpy
>> from that day to this.
>> --
>> Don

> ROTFL! That's what he got for being bolshy My landlord gave me a
> one-pint jug of it to eat with my fish and chips. Drank a very lean half
> *very slowly*, thinking the grease would sop it up and still felt it.

Ain't that a fact! The ignorance of youth. Having said that, today's
lot are a right set of ******s. They deliberately set out to get drunk
and finish up laid out in the gutter or being sick. They've no shame.
They are the pariahs of Europe. Then the government brought in 24 hr
drinking!! Just typical of this lot. Talk about lighting a match in a
coal mine. We upped sticks and emigrated to Belgium. Great beer. Still
miss the old country though, but over here there's never any trouble
and you can drink in peace.

--
Don