"We shall fight beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills..."

No wonder Winnie was up for a row if he was drinking this.

Carlsberg Special Brew. Danish, 7.5%.

Jesus Christ, where do I start? Originally brewed in honour of Sir Winston Churchill, the golden can is more affectionately known as "tramp juice" so to say I'm apprehensive is an understatement. Very little fizz when cracked open, the initial taste is actually quite smooth. You're soon slapped into reality however, as your face begins to scrunch like you've picked up the wrong beer at a house party. I read somewhere that this weird, spirit-like taste is actually cognac, a nod to Winston's favourite drop. I'll admit, it's not the worst thing I've drunk... but like sleeping under a bridge in your own piss, some things experienced in life are not to be repeated. Would I drink again? Bloody hell, no. 5/10