
If, like me, ye use BK's (Apart from drinking straight from the FV!

'Why, in the name of god?!' I hear ye ask. So, I'll tell ye: After maybe years of innocent pleasure, comes the day when ye turn the taps lever open on a full keg ~ And that little bit of white plastic finally gives up the ghost and snaps off in ye hand .....

Where Is Your God Now?!? Four gallons pouring onto the carpet. And you staring at a smooth little ball of plastic, with just a rough bur on it where there should be a grippable handle!
He won't f**kin help ye. But, jesus wept; As ye snatch up that pair of pliers, sat there gathering dust all this time, ye'll mutter a little prayer of thanks to Ditch.