Sweat beaded on her brow as she saw the bulbous end-boss walk into the game room. She knew he was there for one thing only – to take away her high score. She had battled for weeks to get her name in shining lights on that machine, and there was no way she was going to give it up quietly.

Arcade is a golden, nerve-steeling pale ale with fortifying notes of watermelon, honeysuckle and graham cracker, designed for before and after harrowing, finger-cramping game sessions.