... I then popped in to the Queen's Arms on Warwick Wat, London SW1. The young black/ginger-haired man started so well with pouring it out; he gave it three very rapid pulls. I really thought everything was going to be fantastic, and I didn't mind paying £3.30 for a pint. Butt hen the head disappeared rapidly. So I thought 'd ask for a top iup. Believe me, I do that very rarely. My Mum's family is from Newcastle and I was brought up to like big heads like wee bobby thompson. He was not happy about topping up the pint, so he sort of met me in the middle; he gave me abut an extra 50p's worth. AND IT WAS GARBAGE. Very vinaigree, warm as a fart in a spacesuit.
What a disaster!