The Belloc poem conjures the modern, dumbed-down version....which brings to mind all of the Seinfeldian scholars on FR.
All of which to say, there’s a lot of beer in the world, so who knows?
Yikes. It’s like you have been spying on me.
/there’s a good scary reason why I stopped drinking Scotch 25 years ago. thank God no one started playing the bagpipes that night
;D
(Loves ginger ale)