Entry for 31st December, 2008 - Snakebite

I had a glass of Snakebite for the first time in years at the weekend. A friend of mine had brought some scrumpy to a party I was having, and I could not resist making a wee Snakey.
Some of you may be unfamiliar with Snakebite. If so, you are probably either foregn or a member of the upper classes. For those of us who come from comprehensive schools in the UK, Snakebite is a rite of passage. In the tee pees of the Sioux they dangle their adolescent boys by wires hooked through their nipples. In Australia, the aborigines send kids who are coming of age out on walkabout in the outback.
In the UK we send our adolescents to parties in the houses of people whos parent are on a romantic Citybreak in Prague. And there, in the dark, those youths on the cusp of maturity huddle together and drink Snakebite – a dark cocktail of lager and cider.
Oddly, it is not a cocktail served in the bars of the Ritz and the Savoy. That is probably because it smells of vomit and has a strange scum on top with the consistency of a damp prawn cracker.