milk stout for me please Hag!
a few years ago I was working in Stirling Scotland and went for a Friday drink at a local boozer before setting off home for an overnight drive back to Kent, I didnt want to be stopping and pissing every two hours so I ordered a gin and tonic, my labourer had a coke and he was a long haired hippy (this was the 70's), as we walked past an alcove of about five burly Scotsmen, one of them sang (to the tune of the happy wanderer) I'm being followed by a brown hatter, brown hatter, brown hatter, I stopped and said "what" he stood up at the back of the round table and was about to physically engage, my labourer had spotted this and was already outside (and getting the van going, a Transit with sliding doors) I retaliated by lifting the table and emptying the contents onto this lot of semi drunken Jocks and just made it to the moving Transit (door open) and jumped aboard, we thought we would get followed (they might have had 300BHP car for all I knew) so quickly went down a side stree and sat there for 20 minutes, never saw them again, got home about 6am, Sat and dad was ready to cook the brekky, brill.
CLEM