I was about 13 years old when I had my first pint. To be more precise, most of my first pint, and I remember it so well, which is unusual with much of my early years lost to archives deep buried somewhere in my aged mind. It was the mid 60s and we were living in our house opposite the old Moreland’s Match factory in Gloucester. My junior school was about a mile away, and those were the days when a child walking the streets home alone wasn’t in any danger.
