I told the man next to me that I had a collection.

I could call it a collection in that time already. The amount of shirts I had exceeded the 50.

A T-shirt collection, I told the man. A beer-T-shirt collection.

The man said he couldn’t give his shirt away. He couldn’t swop either.
He got his shirt from the owner of his favourite pub.
A very nice lad. & A good friend.

He wrote down my name adress though. He would ask the representative of the brewery.

1 Month later I got 3 shirts via mail.