Red with wisp of white.

Full bodied in a damp hooray henry sort of way with vague hint of moist bloodhound.

Not bad. Close even..

A good tease for that analogy, some 25 years old, I think it may be an Oz Clark special. Basically wet wool plus undergrowth and some steamy farmyard. Yeah, no kidding ! But it fits, in the nose and a touch in the finish.

As for the Hooray business, I thought that was your speciality

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Duncan

My only experiance of Hoorays was in 1995 when Cardiff City played Reading at Reading in a pre season summer friendly. The game clashed with the Henley Regatta, so we thought we'd go across for the day.

I entered the annual ' How many Hoorays can you drown in a pint of Pimms' competition and won with 43. Sadly, first prize was a pint of Pimms. Still it could have been worse as 2nd prize was 2 pints of Pimms. My friend Dai ' TheAntiSaxon ' Jones took 2nd and duly downed his 2 pints.

We thought he was ok at first. But 3 months later he disappeared. His wife Myfanway 'TheToothless' hired a private investigator to seek him out. Dai was later found in the Gloucestershire village of Barking On The Wold where he had become a professional Morris Dancer called Mary.

Myfanway was devastated and never got over the shame. She spent her last years in a North Wales nunnery making cotton leeks for the tourist trade.

Never drink Pimms

Never go to Henley

You've been warned !

G

A brilliant response Mr G.

The Tale of Two Pimms.........huhgghhhh.

Whenever I see a bottle of the dreaded Hooray Henry, I shall be reminded of the toothless nun and the skirted Dai, allegedly Mary, except to his old mates, who went on a gender bender !

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Duncan