It must be said that the local beers (for want of a better word) are not what my Young's filled belly is used to. Hence a certain dull ache - nothing terrible - every day. Baldy warned me as much would happen. Even the bottled Carlsberg . G&Ts seem ok. God help me, I'm turning into Nick! Except not tall. Or ginger. Or chubby. Or a mongulation. Yet.