I went to Manchester at the weekend. I went to a pub. I was confronted by this. Put me off my pint.
PLEASE STOP FLASHING HAIRY ARSE CRACKS THE NATION OVER.
I’ve recently got into cider. I love it, I do. And of all the many ciders on the market I LOVE Aspalls Cider.
I have a problem with the way I drink.
I was a barman once. I worked in a village pub and learnt to pour the perfect pint of bitter. I met and chatted with a variety of punters and had the odd drink myself, often paid for by the customers themselves. But if I was a customer who wandered into a cocktail bar and was confronted by this: