Guinness drinkers: what is their fucking problem? How come I always seem to get stuck at the bar behind the sort of dickhead who orders his mate's Foster's in an Australian accent (it's brewed in Manchester, you tool) and then waits until the very end of his massive round order to say, after a lengthy dramatic pause, "...and a pint of Guinness."? It takes about a month to pour, and you KNOW that, you obnoxious shites. Stop making such a fucking spectacle of your tastes, stop making me wait forever for my pint and start ordering the damned gloop at the beginning in future. Jesus, man.