Monday, February 12, 2007
What a cool weekend. Jane was away visiting Jo and Rob. So I spent Friday night watching near-accidents outside the pub - special mention should go to the Ford Escort driver who reckoned the way to drive in snow and ice was to have it in reverse, roll down the hill and whenever the car starts to slide, floor the accelerator and remove foot from clutch. Nobhead.
Saturday was muchos patatas bravas (and others) at Spinrocs, followed by whisky tasting at Chris'. Seven men, eighteen bottles of whisky. You know it's going to be good. Very civilised (apart from the bizarre Ardbeg dance) and I managed to have a "party kip" without being photographed. I think, however that Caol Ila 18 year old is still my most favourite whisky ever. As my experience broadens, we'll see if that changes.















Phil, I have soooo many pictures of you having a party kip it makes no odds that this one slipped by.
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