“My great great great grand great grandpa was a can o Tennent’s Super so I’m Scaddish”

In unrelated news, I was in Sicily last year, and there they market Tennent’s Super as a posh lager, not a drink for a pish-reekin homeless person. How the fuck they managed that I’ll never know

I’m no hero, just doing what I can.

I usually like to do it alone