It's not where it stays though, if the bottom fell out of the beer market they could market it as a diuretic.But it's the beer from up here
I'd run out of Kilkenny, or as the Grandaughter calls it - Deadkenny - and (as we were still in beer mode and not yet 'beered out' and moved on to the single malt) there was nothing else left, so I had 2 bottles...cue arl arse jokes...I was up all night passing, which is no fun in a tent in the rain