Fat B****rd's too expensive for a tightwad like me, but I have got a bottle of Frogs P**s, presumably from the same source, Boozers (and that's clickable if anyone's interested) just outside Calais.
At least that ought to answer Bricat's problem. It's not a cat, Bricat. It's a grenouille, making the wine pis de grenouille if my limited knowledge of French hasn't completely deserted me.
I can't imagine a nice young lady such as Poppy drinking something as common as "Old Tart". Is this a warning of the kind of thing we can expect to be sprayed with when you become a fountain, Poppy?
There is intelligent life on Earth, but I'm only visiting.