Just popped down to the déchèterie which is our local authority amenity recycling
facility - formally ‘le tip’ - to recycle some bio mass when I
happened to glance into the encombrant (general shit) container and saw this:
Anyone around in the 1960s will recognise it as the
dispenser of a particularly unpleasant but ubiquitous alcoholic beverage which we
were forced to drink for fear of turning teetotal.
Happier memories are conjured by the Monty Python Travel Agent Sketch which repeatedly referred to it in a derogatory manner. The
ale drinkers among us took this to be support of the highest calible in our battle for real ale.
Of course the Campaign for Real Ale won the keg-beer versus
cask-conditioned-ale battle and this hideous concoction was finally seen off
for good in the 1970s.
I can only assume that some bloke has had this tap hanging
around the house for years and died. Mrs Some-Bloke (after a suitable period of
mourning) threw it out. Which was a bit short sighted:
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