You see, Addie and I are only likely to agree on one thing. John Smiths is an awful, pitiful, chemically unpleasant excuse for a beer.
So there we have it. The scene is set. With a bit of luck, our favourite Real Ale pub will receive a visit tomorrow, Addie and I will argue about the result, and you'll be the first to know. Game on!
So there we have it. The scene is set. With a bit of luck, our favourite Real Ale pub will receive a visit tomorrow, Addie and I will argue about the result, and you'll be the first to know. Game on!
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