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.
Got him a Fosters ....... he didn't like it - I had to drink it.
Then I got him XXXX, he didn't like it so I had to drink it.
It was the same with Guinness and the Toohey's Old.
By the time we got down to the whiskey I could hardly push the bloody pram.