Not Lemon, Limon Not sure what language Limon is, it appears to be every European language other than English. And it's quality. Sun, sea and Fanta Limon. "I'm not bothered about a beer thanks mate, I think I'll have a few more Fanta Limons." And then you get back here and they haven't got Fanta Limon they've got Fanta Lemon. And you already realise you're about to get rinsed because it's not in a beautiful glass bottle with condensate beading around the neck, sparkling in the sun, served to you on a tray, with a paper napkin and complimentary peanuts, by a tanned gentleman in a white shirt and black trousers, it's in a can, lukewarm, served to you by Brenda, and it's p1ssing it down. And it bears as much a relationship with Fanta Limon as John Smiths does with proper beer.
Dash it, thought this might be a thread where you’d found somewhere selling Limon. I was hoping to get some before Priti Patel rounded them up and deported them.
And there was me thinking that Jay had some insider info and Fanta Limon must be our next manager. I had him pegged as a second stringer from the Portuguese 3rd division or suchlike...
I started reading that as a new thread. Half way through thinking, I'm sure Jay has ranted about this before...... And then the penny dropped. Enjoy, pal
My heart longs to go back to Gran Canaria 2010. Sat in an English Sports Bar in the baking heat, watching the football in shorts and a T-shirt, being served a pint of Cruzcampo in a frozen, old-style dimpled pint glass that cost 2€ a pint. It's "chavvy", but it was great.