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Per Ardua Ad Astra
When he was near the end of his life, my Dad drove him to Heathrow airport to watch aircraft taking off and landing from the viewing gallery. Because of his wonderful sense of humour and simply the way he was and the way he acted, he came home with lipstick kisses over his head and face from the flight female attendant's. Granny had passed on by then, otherwise she would have killed him. lol.
They broke the mould when they made him. I was so lucky to have him as my Granddad.
If you want a good beer, this is the one to try. It was my tipple of choice when I was based in Germany, extremely potent!! Only problem was it was very smooth, you wouldn't think you were drinking an extra strong beer. It was 8% strength but went down like lemonade. You didn't notice it was numbing your body from the soles up until you went to leave the establishment and found you couldn't walk!!!
Guinness is a very difficult beer to look after, if a pub doesn't know how to keep the stuff properly, it tastes like crap.
A beer I always drank in Germany was Becks Bier. I preferred it from the tap, but bottled would do in an emergency.
Blimey Spike, I thought you blokes always drank Fosters.
I should know they're strange, I'm only second generation English. Both sets of grandparents are Irish. Mind you, Liverpool, where I was born, is the second capital of Ireland, that many settled there for one reason or another.
My Granddad on my Dads side was born in Dublin, my Granny was born somewhere in Scotland, I have no idea where as she was brought up in an orphanage. My mum was Welsh and my Dad English. My other Grandparents were both Welsh.
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