Yes, you guessed it – I set foot in a Wetherspoons again.
Having a few minutes to kill while I waited for a lift I popped into the Railway in Barrow-in-Furness. I was lured by the siren-call of "The World's Biggest International Real Ale Festival".
I was drawn to "Welton's Rauchbier" and my heart beat a little faster, my tastebuds roused from slumber.
Oh the disappointment, it's "available soon".
"Available soon" is a mendacious euphemism for "NOT AVAILABLE", and it made my blood boil. Hopes raised and dashed in seconds. I despise the way Wetherspoons do this.
I went home and took several showers scrubbing myself with a yardbrush and carbolic soap to rid myself of the Wetherspoons taint.