That'll be fermented rat blood. Tim Martin will be claiming to everyone who will listen (six drunks and a dog) that it's a lot better than that euro-beer.
I remember once getting completely snowed in at a local tavern (in Coventry, just not that one). Huge snowstorm, eight-foot drifts, like someone had blown up the marshmallow man. What does a man do, but order another beer and three dozen chicken wings. Come the apocalypse! Of course, by the time the ploughs came through, it was 10am and we were so drunk it took another five hours before any of us could drive. Time that might profitably have been used digging out my car, which took another hour. It's a good job I've never had a real job where you have to turn up and stuff. I'd be awful.
I'm doing drugs and alcohol now. Just like rock and roll. Stuff your Lemsip, I'm on ibuprofen and a can of Robots vs. Clowns count. Good god, I'd see that movie. Reminds me that as students, we'd make cocktails that included Night Nurse and nutmeg. That is what happens when you share a house with pharmacologists and nurses.
ETA. I used to be a molecular geneticist. Really, why didn't I cure the common cold?
