Right blokes, picture the scene. It’s a first date, she’s running late, you’re sitting there knocking back the pints.
You’re just polishing off your fourth pint of King Cnut when, bingo, in she walks, looking better than you remembered (well, she would, wouldn’t she?). ‘What will it be?’ she asks you. ‘Make mine a Cnut,’ you reply.
Except you don’t. But you do say something remarkably similar because you’re half drunk. And your mind is on other things.
And all because the geezer loves a pint of King Cnut Ale made by St Peter’s Brewery’s.