Itsme approached the bar and noticed that the pub had a beer festival on, He picked up a leaflet and started to read some of the descriptions. Satan'Tipple, A full bodied ale brewed specially on nights with full moons. Two Cooks, A pale and strong ale, with hints of oak. Itsme felt a feeling of de ja vu come over him. Memories of being a teenager, vague and misremembered (mmm, So long ago, mused itsme;) He ordered and asked for tray, He carried the drinks over to the table, where the others waited. Ey up Poppy here yours, It's called...