“. . . stuck in the timewarp of Tennent’s Lager, Belhaven Best and Guinness.”
From a simply brilliant post at I might have a glass of beer.
It’s about a pub outside of Glasgow (you know, Scotland), and includes this paragraph (the italics are mine): “It’s a 15 minute train journey and a 20 minute cycle from the nearest station to the pub. Not as far as it looks, though we got lost in the forest the first time. Once you know the way it’s easy.”
Go read it, please (the last word added after the original post in in deference to Mr. B).
You’re not the boss of me.
I’ll buy you a pint at the Antonine Arms if you’re ever nearby, Stan. Don’t forget your bike.
The trick is not to go into the forest in the first place.
That’s much better, Stanley. Don’t make me correct you again.