And never mind as well the whole question of whether that beer is a lager.
I ordered half a pint of lager.
That is an alehouse economy—a lager land with froth on the top and a lot of gas underneath.
Nor would it pay for the week-end diversions of many a lager lout in the more prosperous communities where they wreak their havoc.
They have failed to satisfy the valid objections of pub customers who are fed up with being overcharged for beer and, in particular, lager.
There one can have a carton of beer or lager in a plastic or paper cup, which seems quite civilised.
They advertise strong drinks with sometimes double the amount of alcohol; for example, ciders and special brew lagers.
The progression might be rather more inevitable if the milkman, to continue my metaphor, brought meths or lager along with the milk.
