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