He lifted his pint and took a long gulp and I watched his face grimace a little as he tried to swallow. His eyes closed briefly as he fought the urge to spit it back up. ‘Christ, that tastes good,’ he said with all the credibility of a Parisian complimenting a meal in Central London. ‘I needed that.

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