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Shielding the can as I carried it, I hurried from the Off License before anyone had time to infer, ‘That looks like just the kind of person who would drink Shandy Bass.’

I hadn’t put much effort in this morning.

Both the name and the tired looking design put me in mind of musty carpets in the home of an elderly couple who refuse to leave a house that’s clearly become too much for them.

Upon tasting it however, I am transported to my own, more youthful experiences by its post-party cleanup flavour.

‘Look! A full beer! Seems cold enough.’

No clean pint glasses to be found and not bothering to even tip out any clear liquid at the bottom ( ‘It’s probably just water…’ ), it’s not long after the first sip that you realise the beer you added was already a lost cause.
And contained several cigarette butts.

The experience is so perfectly recreated by Shandy Bass that I hope that the (anti)eureka moment to bottle it at least got its creator out of holding the garbage bag. The fact that it was carried though to the finished product suggests that it must have been some party.