Blame the barpeeeps. Damn stuff ran out after that one.
I also had to interpret for a Yorkshire drummer who wanted a pint of Black Knight. Black Jack, said the barmaid, I'm a bit deaf she said. I said, you're in the right job. She said, what? I said Black Knight, he wants a Black Knight and tapped the tap before we went on all friggin knight.
He's in the Clan. He's the drummer: I said, HE'S THE DRUMMER.
