Richard hates you all. Now, that I have your attention, I would like to address a topic very dear to me. Craving beer at inconvenient times. So there you are, just minding your business, buying groceries or feeding the pidgeons. Or even just watching a plastic bag travel from one side of an open space to another. Just sitting there, innocently, you feel a slight scratching in neck and dryness in your mouth. You taste horrible. You feel dusty. But what is it your body craves? You cannot really tell but you are missing a cold sensation. The thing that makes you quench your thirst and refreshes your soul. Slowly you realise, it is beer you are craving. But what about the pidgeons, the plastic bag or the groceries? How will feed them? Who will watch it travel? Who will try to find the cheapest cheese in the very corner of the supermarket fridge? Do you want to abandon these friends so very dear to you? No! I am the lord and shepherd of my body, of my thirst! I will not be stopped at what I want to do. So please, someone bring me a beer. Immediately. I am here, with the pidgeons and the plastic bag and the cheese I bought earlier.