Only one pint of brains to go

For a start, I wasn't even aware there was a Welsh beer until a couple of weeks ago.

I wouldn't normally go out to celebrate St David's day because, despite my surname, I maintain that there isn't any Welsh blood in me[1]. Yesterday however was a leaving-do for a girl at work, so my housemate and I went out for a pint or seven. When the leaving girl left her own party at 2100hrs (agreed all-round to be a disappointing show) we went on to the Prince of Wales pub which was having a Welsh night. This involved the afore-mentioned Welsh beer, as well as Welsh Cakes, Welsh Rarebit, and a Welsh pub-quiz. I got one out of ten in the pub-quiz.

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[1] My housemate, however, is proud to be from one of the colonies. Leek-wearing, pronunciation-correcting, stick-taking proud.