Ingle spots it first ...

After many an adventure - including Bobby locking himself out of his tank of a 'car' - he claimed that when he slammed the boot (where he had put the keys) it never locked ... this time it had, causing Bobby to scream: "The other set of keys are in Wales! ARGHHH!" I wouldn't have minded except Bobby was transporting me and my bike back home 5 miles away ... Anyway, way back at the Star at Liverton - our bash pit stop - there was Bass and Yellowhammer on tap, and of course, Yellowhammer was the first choice, that was, until Ingle had marked my card by stating that it was on its last legs and tasted somewhat 'soapy' even though it was as clear as a bell, Bertie. However, other bashers had said that it was pukka, so I 'ad a pint, but after a few sips - realised that Ingle was spot on and returned to the bar to state my case. Now, if you're a local, this would be an automatic change of pints, no questions asked, 'Arry, but seeing as I wasn't and Ingle had already returned his, questions were being asked ... now see clip ...