After a forced diet of Tiger and tops for some months I fell on a pint of Watney's Red Barrel in the mess at Muharraq. What a mistaka to maka. It was like black syrup: definitely didn't travel.
Or Whitbread Tankard that notorious winter 62/63 when the beer lorry could not get up box hill and the beer stocks were super frozen. The beer rivalled Bud that I only sampled years later, pale yellow and best poured straight into the toilet.