his cotton socks…
Calls me up the other day asking if we’d drink a bottle of whisky. Well really, I mean, did you have to ask? It was 18yr old Talisker and it was fookin’ lovely as I can attest too.
So one bottle of Skye’s best later then a nightcap of the remainder of a 30yr old bottle of Glenfarclas that David and I bought over a decade ago for our mutual 30th birthdays and, it has to be said, we’re a tad the worse for wear this evening/morrow. Apparently we just can’t handle the drink as once we might have, as in, we may well be a little rough in the morning but we’ll be fine come dinner time.
Anyway, the reason for the post without the drunken rambling was to give thanks to Dave for the bottle which was VERY much appreciated by myself and David this evening and, to the seasoned whisky drinker, it was also extremely tasty, enjoyed a great deal by us.
Cold comfort to a non-whisky drinker perhaps, but for you methinks, you’d appreciate the fact that such a nice tipple wasn’t wasted on heathens. 😉
K.