I used to work at the now defunct
Beer Barons delivery service. One day, we had an order from Dr Who, for our christmas
cracker mixed case. since he only lived in burnage, it was decided we'd drop it round
his house ourselves instead of putting it in with the rest of the orders, which were dispatched by courier.
so i walk up his drive with his box of beer, and knock on; he's not in, but his wife is.
so i ask, "where should i put his beer?" and she says, "leave it in the porch
for the Time Being!"
