What
ales you, man? (An Alnwickdote)
When Bob Caldwell told us “You must be
one of the boys”, he didn't add that we'd be having
our first beer of the day at the unearthly hour of 4.45 am. If you
were lucky – unlucky if you're a normal mortal – you'd have two
more before going for your greasy-spoon bacon-and-egg breakfast at
6.00am. Some days you'd be off again for two more “turns” and
that could mean 6-8 more pints by knocking-off time at noon.
