Oh, my dad tried that a couple of times as well
being the raging alcoholic that he was. I remember elderberry wine that was like rocket fuel. Nasty shit; I think my sister and I 'rescued' most of that when it was thrown out and used it to set things on fire with.
At least he never sank as low as Special Brew. Kestrel lager, yes, but not Special Brew.
(berk, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:33, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Both of those are rank.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:35, Reply)

Just after payday it would be vodka martinis, very dry
mid-month, he'd have downgraded to Carling. Then at the end of the month, when we had quite literally no money at all, it'd be Kestrel lager. Or White Lightning, very occasionally.

Bleurgh. And once again: bleurgh.
(berk, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:38, Reply)

and yet you grew to be a productive member of society
well done
( Lisette von Falcon, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:41, Reply)

I am rather making it sound like I had a really trailer-trash upbringing, aren't I?

(berk, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:42, Reply)

noooooooooooooooooooooo
not at all
( Lisette von Falcon, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:44, Reply)

More static caravan I'd say.

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:44, Reply)

*to the tune of I Wanna Be a Billionaire*
"I wanna live in a caravan sooooooooo freakin' baaaaaad"
( Lisette von Falcon, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 19:47, Reply)