Dooyoo's Answer To Thelma and Louise (Peroni Nastro Azzurro)

Member Name: marandina

Product:	Peroni Nastro Azzurro
Date:	20/03/02 (154 review reads)
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Advantages: Nice taste, Easy to drink

Disadvantages: Can't find any as usual

The former darling of Dooyoo looked down into the bottom of her glass. It was a soporific state of affairs that had led to this. Jill cast a glance at her partner in crime as she took another slug of her Nastro Azzurro.

The Italian themed bar was virtually empty casting an ignominious gloom on the rebellious pair. Who would have thought that the Community Guide on Banking could have been led so seriously astray as this? Seemingly idyllic marriages one minute, a trail blaze of feminist angst the next.

Sue had never considered herself impressionable but had succumbed to her accomplice’s clarion call to break free from their day to day shackles and branch out on a road trip of self-discovery.

Always thorough in her opinions, Jill had decided that the Italian premier beer carried the vote over her usual preference, red wine. She had arrived at this conclusion from research including the web site and taste. Some time ago, she had stumbled across http://www.peroni.it/home_h.htm, which was a flash enabled site. The only drawback was that it was in Italian but as she was fluent in 7 languages this really wasn’t a problem.

Peroni were the manufacturers and the site decked out in dark blue with the image of a gymnast at the bottom of the homepage along with further colourful images of folks enjoying themselves with an obligatory beer in hand at the top.

There was a section on the history of Peroni along with sections on production together with FAQs. For all her searching she couldn’t find any sections in English. However, by now she had read enough to decide that the Italian stallion was the one for her (the beer that is).

The events of the past few hours had left a trail of mischief across the State, which both parties would have to answer too. How could they forget the incident that had left a Giraffe and a Hippo mortally wounded (although the latest news was that both were stable and a vigil being ke
pt by the sides of their beds by their distraught owner)?

Another swallow of beer helped to anaesthetise her from the despair that she now found herself in. Reflecting on it's pale colour, Jill found herself savouring the light, ever so slightly bitter but eloquent taste of this premium beer.

Jill admired the bottle. It was a typical dark green in colour with a label near the top of the bottle. On it appeared the Peroni crest with the signature of Giovanni Peroni at the bottom. The larger label on the main body of the bottle had the words "Premium Birra" with the Peroni crest pride of place, centre stage. Either side were the slogans "Italian beer made in the grand tradition" and "Made with natural ingredients" (in Italian).

She noticed that the beer was a little stronger than most lagers at 5.2% abv and was made from malt, wheat and water amongst other things. Nastro was easily available in large supermarkets like Tesco at £3.99 for 4 330ml bottles and would almost certainly be made available in Italian restaurants e.g. Bella Pasta.

Nastro didn’t appear to have a great presence in terms of brand but then Jill preferred something with a bit of street cred. Besides, she liked Italian food and this lager was a perfect accompaniment. Brewed in Rome it had a flagrent Euro feel to it that brought with it images of care free Italia.

The wail of sirens forced the girls into action. Jill leapt up and immediately made for the door. Waiting outside was their passion wagon – a Ford Mustang – soiled and sullied from events unbecoming it's graceful appearance.

Jill revved the "Desert rocket" and floored the accelerator. Wheels spun, a plume of dust spiralled into the air like the appointment of a murky Pope in a Texas setting. Around the corner careered a dozen police cars all intent on the capture of the miscreants.

Jill glanced back and saw a stoica
l Alkaliguru staring back at her from the lead vehicle. A gentle crosswind took her words away as she mouthed "Et tu, Brute?"

The chase went on for a good 20 minutes, the girls heading for the State line, the authorities in hot pursuit. All of a sudden the road appeared to vanish. In its place a chasm of biblical proportions gaped. Sue and Jill glanced at each other and then dead ahead.

They could either surrender now or commit the ultimate sacrifice. Jill whooped and hollered throwing her collection of crowns into the air. As if it could stand anymore, the Mustang gathered even more speed and flew over the horizon and into oblivion.

Time stood still as the heroic troop clattered through a paper-thin veil of horizon. The car landed roughly and rolled to a stop. The landscape looked bleak. Tumbleweed blew gently across a cactus weed backdrop in a desert setting. Where were they?

Sue looked at Jill, a frustrated frown easing across her face. "You realise where we are?" she enquired. Jill looked confused and beguiled. An all-consuming guilt now giving way to a dark realisation that would determine their futures for the months to come.

Sue took a shallow breath and braced herself to declare the bad news. "Ciao.co.uk!" Sue announced.

Thanks for reading

Marandina

Story re-produced from my bizarre imagination without the prior consent of the parties involved in the safe knowledge that they can take a joke (except Alkaliguru who will probably hit me).

Subsequently confirmed that the cast were still talking to me afterwards.

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