26 Oct Where’s My Beer House?
My mates are crap. Not once have I come home from a trip down the coast to find they’ve plumbed up all the taps in my home to beer kegs. Not once! It’s just poor form.
Furthermore, I’m yet to return from a dash to the post office to discover a Cuba Libre fountain in the front yard and I’ve never turned on the tap in my shower after a long hard day of Christmas shopping to be met by a high pressure spray of Bloody Mary.
Okay, that last one might freak me out a little.
But the fact remains, I want free-flowing alcohol somewhere at home and I want my so called mates to organise it, without cost, but with discretion.