Beer aversion
My dad's pretty old school - he was a war baby, a mackem (a mackem being a person from around the Wear area near Sunderland, think a geordie who washes (jokes!)), and if these two fact nuggets serve up a stereotype in your brain thoughts, it's probably pretty spot on in this case. He wasn't gruff, in fact was a bit of a joker, but drank and smoked and was as set in his ways as you would expect.

Anywho, all this is incidental really. His favourite Sunday afternoon (of course, you could exchange Sunday for any day really) activity was sitting in *HIS* chair (complete with obligatory nicotine yellow surrounding walls - think Father Jacks chair in Father Ted...OK, not THAT bad), drinking a few mellow pints, having a few mellow fags, and generally mellowing out in front of whatever sports the beeb deigned to show that day.

As a young un, I had this endless fascination with the beer he drank (and the fags, but that was more a macabre interest - I hated the things). I loved taking little sips from the ends of the cans, playing with the foamy head and what not. I would have been about 5/6. Anyway, to make a statement that'll pretty much end the story, in terms of you guessing what that dumb thing were what I done - my dad would use the empty beer cans as ashtrays. I was far too young to notice the concealed glee on my dads face, too young to question why he was actually proffering me the illicit nectar. Certainly too young to chug a gruesome mixture of ash and flat beer, and feel a soggy fag butt brush my lips.

So. Apologies for a whole lotta guff without much payoff, but it certainly was dumb. The upshot of this is a mild aversion to beer - couldn't drink the stuff initially, now will have the odd pint, never get drunk on it. So that's my dad's legacy - a lifetime of merciless ribbing for my lady drinking ways (but they're doubles people! *cries*).
(bacontrout got ska, Sat 29 Dec 2007, 14:15, 2 replies)

could have been worse than drinking fagashbeer
foamy head fnar
(Heyzeus, Sat 29 Dec 2007, 20:26, closed)

Last year
My housemate came into my room with an ashen face. He had been using an empty strongbow can as an ashtray, drunk all the others and forgotten what the original one was being used for and tried to drink it.

P.S Your fathers foamy head = win
(Evilweevil is covered in bees, Sat 29 Dec 2007, 22:15, closed)