Drink? Never touch the stuff. Never set foot in a pub in me life. No. That’s wrong. Oh! Drink? Yeah. Fantastic! Yeah. Love it. I’ll drink anything me. Beer. Wine. Sick.
Why? Cos I’m a fantastic drinker. When I was little I fell into a cauldron full of lager and it made me immune to its powers. Wanna know the secret? It’s dead easy. All you’ve got to do is remember this simple mathematical equation.
