tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post9044296914356618691..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Mood swingsZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-69388684328687994092007-04-03T14:48:00.000+01:002007-04-03T14:48:00.000+01:00I rather like the peaty Islay malts. I like smoky...I rather like the peaty Islay malts. I like smoky flavours - Laphroaig sort of thing. Cheap and rough can leave me feeling a bit the same way, however. My friend Tarun in Madras gives me his best imported malts, Glenmorangie and the like, heavily diluted, which seems a dreadful waste, but which is typical of his charm and hospitality. <BR/><BR/>I remember one dinner party in Oulton Broad that ended with a bottle of particularly good Bushmills (which is, before anyone corrects me, whiskey rather than Scotch, of course). The next day I felt fine, but I couldn't stand up. That is, I could stand up but I lost my balance. It was quite embarrassing as we'd invited my mother to lunch and I had to explain and ask her to cook it. I lay on the sofa and ate mine.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-5403522584496902192007-04-03T10:50:00.000+01:002007-04-03T10:50:00.000+01:00Bloody moon. Pffffft. Had to get drunk last night ...Bloody moon. Pffffft. Had to get drunk last night to sleep and not keep SLF awake talking bollocks at her.<BR/><BR/>What whisky do you favour? SLF likes her whisky as rough and cheap as possible, and I will never understand it. I bought her a beautiful and very, very hard to find whisky in the pub the other day (Glenturret - you can only really buy it at the distillery, as they bottle very little - it's owned by a large manufacturer (as they nearly all are, now), which uses it in a blended malt. Blerccch, waste of a superb whisky) and she turned her nose up at its subtleties. Bells is the top end of her spectrum, but if I can find cheaper and rougher, she's happy.<BR/><BR/>Chicks, eh?badgerdaddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08275758525851693777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-70286621005381906302007-04-03T07:52:00.000+01:002007-04-03T07:52:00.000+01:00As I sat here I watched wispy clouds blowing acros...As I sat here I watched wispy clouds blowing across the moon. All very atmospheric.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-34146792960814659762007-04-03T01:53:00.000+01:002007-04-03T01:53:00.000+01:00It was only at the end of your post that I suddenl...It was only at the end of your post that I suddenly realised why I cannot sleep...full bloody moon! Of course.<BR/><BR/>I think your day sounds a bit like mine, and I managed to feel happier at the end with 2 glasses of decent red. Also ignored the choccie though. (And I think I love the Sage - he is brilliant - that eBay remark made me laugh out loud.)y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-31404593860892409232007-04-02T23:24:00.000+01:002007-04-02T23:24:00.000+01:00Glad you're up and running again, PatGlad you're up and running again, PatZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-74316561557247150672007-04-02T23:22:00.000+01:002007-04-02T23:22:00.000+01:00Just testing!Just testing!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01529798893653033970noreply@blogger.com