Tragic Story...
When I was a younger Agnostic, my elder sister had a friend who we saw quite a lot.

Her Dad was quite rich, due to him owning a very successful ship cleaning business in Liverpool.

He was clever in that rather than advertising, he'd mention his name to the unloaders, and give them £50 for every job they sent his way.

One day, a ship from Europe arrives. Things are being unloaded, when a spill is discovered, our Man goes in, and gives it a quick clean over.

He then tracks down the origin of the leak, and finds it's coming from a pallet of beer. Each pallet contained roughly 50/60 crates of beer. 'Unfortunately' the top 2 crates had split, rendering the rest completely unsellable.

The job falls to the cleaner to dispose of the beer correctly. So he loads them up in his van, takes them home, and hoses them down, little smelly, but no harm done to the rest of the beer. After 5 nights of the same lager in a row, he gets a little bored, and decides to distribute the crates among friends. Due to his daughter being a family friend of ours, we get 10 crates of 24 cans of Budvar.

We put one crate straight into the fridge, an hour later they're ready!

5 of us sit with unopened cans, readily prepared to get very very drunk.

Open can.
Take swig.
"Argh, this stuff tastes like shit!"

I found that I didn't like lager at the time, unlike the others.

I still sometimes cry over the memory that I could have got drunk every day for about a month, but didn't, because I didn't like the taste!

ARGH!

Length? About 5 foot high methinks
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 11:29, Reply)