I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons and
memories came flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local which is only two blocks from the house.
I got us some Fosters, he didn't like it – so I had his as well.
Then I got us some Carling Black Labels, he didn't like it, so I had his again.
It was the same with the 1664 Lager, Premium Dry Cider and all the
other beers we tried.
By the time we got down to the whisky I could hardly push the Bloody
pram back home.