Whitbread Trophy....

I've now got that bloody jingle running round in my head over and over again. Bastard!
And Whitbread wasn't that bad. OK it was, but it wasn't as bad as some of the other stuff that was around when I was a kid and sneaking drinks at parties while no-one was looking.
I seem to remember that Watneys as particularly horrible, both the pale ale, and the godawful Red Barrel, which I can only picture in the form of a Party 7 spraying foam all over the kitchen.
And I don't even want to think about Double Diamond, although I already have dammit.