Money talks. Beer sings.
Tetley's Mild is punk, in my mind. I spent the Summer of Hate in Leeds. The city was blessed with a pantheon of small venues and countless pubs selling the exquisite Tetley's Mild. How many people combined the two, I'm not sure. I did. And Matt. Pete sometimes. I won't mention Tim because he's become a Lagerboy.
Music and beer. As inseperable as tits and arse, Bialystok and Blum, George and Michael. If only my beer could sing.
If Mild is punk, what's brettanomyces beer? Stockhausen?
A Stockhausen musical. Now that would be fun.
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