First, so people stop asking me, yes, of course I will provide extensive documentation for the diary entry below, but I'm still assembling it.
Second, I'm probably going to call it a day soon, I'm not working very efficiently for some reason, but here are some screenshots of the scrapbook online index tool that I have to have done by Friday (since that's probably when people's scrapbooks will start arriving).
Now, to protect my “Canadian Identity” I'll sing a song. It's not even a song written in Canada, but I think it's safe to say anything that combines traditional Celtic roots and alcohol is as Canadian as beavers and porn on prime time TV.
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
[chorus]
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5
[chorus]
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5
[chorus]
The Lord bless Charlie Mops!
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