Beer is the only way you can survive Grahamstown. The Grahamstown folk (whom i shall reffer to as villagers from now on) are built to consume all manner of cheap alchohol. The villagers drink 'until every morsel of sanity is snatched from them the same way some birds snatch food from the very mouths of babes'. Thereafter they start to behave like drunkards from some God forsaken '18th century Irish village'.

The beer is cold in Grahamstown. Be weary of it; it makes all types of scum look handsome/pretty. Horny and drunk, the possibilty is high that you might end up sleeping with many fat hairy dwarfs.