When you're a Jet

When you're a Jet,
You're a Jet all the way
From your first barrel-aged stout
To your last IPA.

When you're a Jet,
If the shit hits the fan,
You got bloggers around,
You're a Twittering man!

You're never alone,
You're never disconnected!
You're home on your own:
When your opinion needs media,
Well stacked with feeds, you are!

Then you are set
With a capital J,
Which you'll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you're a Jet,
You stay a Jet!

Not that I'm narked, obviously. But the weekend warriors who buy a crate of beer, run a blog and then think they know it all are getting really quite tiresome.

To the mouth today who insisted on shouting to the rest of the pub about beer history; why wheat beer is,  like, really cool but no-one buys it; and how Thornbridge have gone to shit just because they own a few pubs... it's cool to be a Jet.

But if you knew the moves, you'd be a Shark.