"You said you'd be more commercial this year, Ronald."
"I say lots of things. You can't expect me to remember them all."
"You said you'd earn more money from your beer shit."
"Er . . ."
"It's not that easy, Dolores."
"I know, you have to actually do something."
"OK, I promise. Soon."
"Just let me . . ."
"I just . . ."
Right. I'm looking for a commercial partnership with a brewery in the USA to brew a series of historic beers.
To make this absolutely clear, by "commercial partnership" I mean: "I expect to be paid".
Email me if you're interested. Remembering to mention exactly how much cash you're willing to part with.
"Is this OK, Dolores? I've made it clear I expect to be paid."
"It's a start. But no-one has offered you any money yet."
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