Fathers and Sons

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 it. Then I got him Carlsberg, he didn’t like it so I had it. It was the same with Guinness and Cider. By the time we got down to the whisky I could hardly push the bloody pram.

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