A mate and I went to the Grand Prix in Melbourne the other week (that's not the confession).
It was the Saturday and we were in a corporate box

Because the race is (was) sponsored by Foster's, the only full-strength beer there was, you guessed it, Foster's.
Well, I have to admit that I didn't hate the Foster's. It was pretty easy drinking and fairly bland, but nice enough, paricularly considering it was free.
And the amazing thing is that even though we each drank an absolute sh--load of the stuff, when we compared notes about hangovers, we agreed that it was non-existent.
Am I less of a man for not vomiting at the taste of Foster's?
Oliver