I was going to get all didactic today and tell you exactly why I'd picked those pairs. No, I don't mean pears. Pairs. Of beers. There's an idea behind each.
Then my journey home took three times as long as it should have. Hail and snow, greeted me when I stepped off the sneltram. Even in a tram shelter under a railway viaduct I was still getting wet. So you'll have to work it out for yourself. It's not that complicated.
The poll is serious. The winners will be made. Honestly. Circumstances permitting. Tell me what you'd like to drink.
Only 20 votes so far. And ten of those were mine. Vote now!
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