There are insinuations of excessive consumption of alcohol, a bad habit of flying to, but not back, from fly ins, allegations that telephone calls are made to a certain Eend during such times of revelry.
There is also the rumours that all visitors to our area gets consumed by our rambunctious behaviour and utterances such as "my mouth tastes like the bottom of a parrot's cage" and "I think i am alive" followed by the need to consume vast quantities of water and the odd Neurofen the next morning apparently have been observed.
It behoves me to defend the honour of the Morph and the Granddad. I categorically deny all of the above, I do not have shares in SAB nor promote the responsible use of post-boozeup painkillers. These utterances are a blatant lie, intended to defame our good name.
I invite all those accusers to come forward and present their case, as long as it's Castle Lager.
