I was drinking Bass Pale Ale.
Ahhhh, the good old days of sneaking into bars!
I thought it might be - i am not sure they even sold that one in the UK at the time, not sure if they do now to be honest. I spent most of that summer adding little messages to the boxes because we knew they were all for export. It was quite an anoying thing to pack because all the crates had come from the top of the warehouse and had got very warm - the thing i remember most about the pale ale is that the bottles would shatter if you looked at them funny, especially with the heat so i quite often went home stinking of the stuff mixed with the sweat of working in a tin can warehouse during the warmest days of summer.
Luckily a fork lift truck decided to place a whole pallet of carling on my foot at the end of the second week so that got me out of having to work over summer... it was only a job to get extra cash for uni anyway and i was glad to spend the summer drinking beer rather than packing beer. . . and nothing really broke in my foot it was just swollen for a few weeks and sore for a few months - a pretty lucky escape all round.
Should really mention speckled hen as one of my top beers but it really has to be on draft rather than in a bottle . . . and god forbid - never in a can!!.
I do like old peculiar as well, but thats my mums drink of choice