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The baby's Tommy's.

I really don't get the cuurent hardon for beer which tastes like Milkshake or generally overhopped or overly flavoured and shit. I had a Beer52 box as it was on;y 4.99 P&P (as opposed to their normally about 20 quid for 8 or 10 cans) and it was all rank shit that's beer which wants to taste like anything else other than beer. I'm looking at you mainly Tiny Rebel. Salopian for example has many cracking pints with hints of grapefruit (Hoptwister), lemon (lemon dream) and general flora (Motherfucking Oracle. The finest ale on earth for me), but it's hints of it, not smacking you in the face with a critus fruit or another flavouring. This current "Let's make beer in annoying looking packaging which doesn't taste anything like beer" phase is doing my swede in. If I want to get pissed on Lilt I'll just buy a 2l bottle of it and pour vodka into each glass I have. And don't even get me started on the race to the bottom to push up ABV to silly amounts.

Steve Davis' band. Yes, that Steve Davis. And it's pretty fucking great. One of the best albums this year, here's a single off it.

Though it'd be inherently superior if it was.

When Richard Whiteley's death was announced I was in bed. I remember this as at the time my dad had Bowel Cancer and my mam woke me up saying "guess who's died?". Cheers mam. In a similar vain my father woke me up on May 24th 1999 with "your mate's dead". Owen Hart's not my mate, Dad.

Three Neil Hamburger numbers make up for the Levellers and Ralph's quite frankly fucking shocking musical tastes. Well. Almost. Shame Zip Code Rapists aren't on Spotify

GCSE French was a massive one. Word around the campfire when I was picking my options circa May 1999 was that you couldn't get into University without a GCSE in French. A myth propagated by my French teacher. I picked Drama instead, which was a massive boon in parking the pink bus when I went to University for my Batchelors.

I bought an online brown bag t shirt special and there were some pretty decent shirts in it for DIYing and stuff.

Manscaping.

Drayton Manor Park and Zoo for me, Jeff. Unless we're counting the fair run by the gyppos which comes to the village for about 4 days a year which fucks on any permanent theme park.

You should have claimed you were quoting Alan Jackson's Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning? instead.

They're my favourite dinosaur.

Tarquin.

And the lemon. I've never seen that around here, the lemon with it.