And the fellow who christened me, after he and a couple of friends and I demolished several reds, as wen solved the world's problems one Sunday afternoon, many, many moons ago.
Exactly how I became Claret when he was probably more pished than me, I don't quite know.
It's a good read and he's a great bloke. AND, he has the honour of having been a refueller at Townsville too!
