Large is a wonderful, though sadly fictitious, beverage that exists only in the books of Robert Rankin and the minds of those who have read them. It is a beer of some sort, and is presumeably a bitter, judging by certain giveaway details dropped in the course of relating the history of Brentford. Its dark amber hue, its creamy head but low inherent bubble content and its dark, rich, fulsome flavour all conspire to suggest that it might not be a lager, that most watered down of the drinks of man.

It is proven to be but a pale rememberance of how beer once was, however, when Norman puts some through his de-entropiser to create 'beer like it used to be'. The only problem with this beer is that it is highly unstable and explodesonce it reaches an age of about a week.