Appears to be an alien concept in the middle of the stark baron vegetation that comprises of these here sticks.
To set the script, you find yourself on a cold and frosty evening, buttocks clutching a bar stool in a public house somewhere in a small hamlet on the outskirts of Scunthorpe whilst your pockets reek of currency begging to be liberated with a view to enable you to take the edge off of the psychological aches and pains that have accumulated during your workaday tasks and chores.
A subconscious ensemble of lager and a double portion of your favourite aperitif fall before you without having to even summons the energy to order. It's a given that pints of bitter, ale or beer should be supplemented with a token gesture of liquor - a chaser if you will - and bugger me with a robust role of chicken wire if it doesn't just serve the purpose of alleviating the angst, anxieties and general shite that we as human beings have to endure on a day to day basis. Show me someone with a perfect life and I'll show you a sledgehammer and a furious shade of envious green.
In one way or another, each and everyone of us deserve to be emancipated from the utter tedium of lateral thinking. Who in their right fucking mind would want to spend the whole day with their brain for company - fuck that, I'd rather go about adopting a serious crack habit whilst loitering around bus station conveniences with 'anus for rent' tattooed upon my perpetually sweating brow.
But here, out in the middle of bastard nowhere, where it is commonplace to stumble upon a gaggle of drunken peasants buggering one another with hand-crafted firearms in fallow sections of forest, that the very notion of chasing your award winning beverage (beer Chang to those who aren't in the know) with a surreptitious slurp of herbally infused local liquor, is quite positively frowned upon.
Animated cries of mun ja dee gun or in other words, 'the hops will battle the chemicals' and therefore promote an imbalance of harmony with regards to getting totally fucking shit-faced. It apparently simply isn't cricket to combine the pair.
But, alas, as I scrutinized my peers exiting our mutual watering hole on all fours, spewing an abundance of projectile sick into their pending paths, I couldn't but help note that yet again, I was right..
2 award winners + 2 five baht Ya Dong Chasers 1 -0 Several thousand gallons of neat Lau khao.
I also purchased a brace of tomatoes before I left the establishment in order to seal the unequivocal victory..
Some folks need to be learnt..