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Dear god, you'll be hankering back to the days of Watneys Red Barrell next.
(My father told me about it I hasten to add, being way to young to have, drank it. Well legally anyway._

I do remember them, though. The self-mutilation involved in getting the damn things open, cleaning the kitchen walls and ceiling when you eventually managed it, the horrible hangover.

Happy times.

I seem to remember an ad on TV before I left in 1963.

It was "What we want is Watney's" I think that was referring to Red Barrel.

You had TV in the early 60's?

Posh git.

Yeah an' we owned our own home.

Dad spent three years in Canada earning the money to buy them after we went back to the UK in 1957.

I believe that Watneys Red Barrel was the single most powerful force the lead to the creation of the Campaign for Real Ale!

I would have no clue on that score.
Left when I were 16 never had Watney's, never had real ale.

I remember my old man getting more than a few of those in for xmas in the early 80's. I miss those times.. life sure was simpler, over than opening the bloody can that is!

A nicked warm Party 7 and being down the rec with Sarah Bradley, ahh the memories.

I remember Tiffany's and The Locarno...it was either Watneys Red Barrel or Ben Trueman....you can taste the hops they used to say.

The best thing about Red Barrel was the key ring.

I ...... how did you open it, or did she!

I think a screwdriver from my bike kit. After we'd drank most of it, I remember feeling particularly queasy after a go on the roundabout.

I bet she was impressed with your shinny Chopper or did you only have a Tomahawk?

Actually it was a Raleigh Grifter, don't think she ever saw my chopper.