Our Lady of Perpetual Inebriation

Fucking Sangria!

Goddamn it. The one thing I hate about drinking sangria is all the fucking fruit flies it attracts. I've killed five already and there seems no end to them. The handle on the jug is handy indeed, but it does not counterbalance all these fucking fruit flies.

As it happens, I have a 21-year Glengoyne sitting on my shelf, waiting to be had.

Labels: annoyances, booze, drinking, getting drunk, sangria

JOHNNY WALKER scotch whisky

For some unknown reason, I received an e-mail solicitation to take a survey by the makers of Johnny Walker. I don't drink Johnny Walker, wouldn't admit it if I did, and therefore have no idea why they thought I'd be interested.

First question: confirmed my age.

Second question: checked off the various boozes I drink.

Third question: when asked my relationship with Johnny Walker, I checked off "Tried it once, wouldn't drink it again."

Abruptly the survey was over and I was thanked for my participation.

Labels: Johnny Walker, scotch, survey, whisky