Having failed to get my weekly bottle of American IPA beer,
I bought a bottle of London
porter instead. It’s dark, bitter and intense, with a hint of liquorice. And
the brewery claim to be the oldest in Britain, having started life in the
17th century.
My ancestors drank this stuff, and I don’t blame them. Made
up for being treated as cannon fodder, I suppose.
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