After a folk-life wasted drinking the tepid horse-piss that passes for Real Ale, over the past year or so I have become a confirmed drinker of Beck's and Stella. Of course this puts me at a decided disadvantage in any Designated Folk Context where the drinking of tepid horse-piss is de-regeur, so what I've done is to buy myself an 18th century Pewter Tankard for purposes of camouflage. Forgive this subterfuge, but I was recently passed over at a singaround because I was drinking a pint of effervescent bier, it being assumed because I wasn't drinking ale that my presence there was somehow anomalous. Having alerted them to my Traddy status however I was invited to sing whereupon I regaled the company with a hearty rendering of Bring Us In Good Ale, though chance, as ever, would be a fine thing...