Gentlemen,
I have only one word to say on the subject and that word is Normandy Cider. Well, it's two words actually but let's not be pedantic. It really is MARVELLOUS STUFF. As I think I have mentioned on this forum before, you will soon find out what attracts tramps and homeless people to strong apple-based beverages. They are not really mentally ill, it's just the cider.
The advantage of this so called cidre is that it places you in a nether word of surrealism and wonder. I find it is best drunk chilled for breakfast and jolly refreshing and delicious it is too. Plus, I absolutely guarantee that within the hour you'll be staggering down the race track in middle of the Porsche Curves, bottle in hand, ranting at the cars going by... "Yahhhh, ya fakkahhhh Herbert, Bentley me arse, ya bastahhh, yer me best mate so ye are... etc".
But a small word of warning. It's easy to buy the wrong stuff. Stuff that could strip the enamel from your teeth at ten paces. So what you do is go down the supermarche and buy a selection of bottles. Open them all and comsume them in the car park (just to get you into this tramp thing). Then when you have selected your favourites, nip back in and buy a few crates. Game on!
Honk Honk! Has anyone seen my Llama?
Andy Z
PS. H, Junior Member???