It is probably 18 months since I started drinking Polish lager.
I drank Polish lager before then, when I was in Poland, but that was different.
This lager comes from the 24-hour grocery store within stumbling distance.
This lager is always there for me.
It is always there for you too.
Good day or bad day. £1 a can.
Zubr. Tyskie. Zwyiec.
Tatra. Warka. Perla.
Always there to stretch a good day into an infinite blur.
Always there to truncate a bad day into a bottomless blackness.
It's there when you want to dance with the people you care about most to the songs that have transcribed your heartbeat, your essence.
It is there when you plumb the depths of sadness and regret and can't look at yourself in the mirror.
Polish lager.
Who'd have thought.
