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G'day

I was reading an article last night about the bond between fathers and daughters, and memories came flooding back of the time I took my daughter out for her first ever drink.

Off we went to our local pub, which is only a few hundred metres from home.

I got her a standard Victorian style beer on tap. She didn't like it . . . so I had it. I got her a European style lager. She didn't like it . . . so I had it. I got her a chill filtered beer. She didn't like it . . . so I had it. It was the same with the premium apple cider, and the same again with the pint of Guinness.

By the time we got to the whiskey, I could hardly push her stroller back home.

Hooroo!!!