As no bastard got me any whisky, I've had to nick some of Andrew's rum. I did pay for it, mind. And fetch it from Ton Overmars. The alcohol spirits colplement perfectly the spirituality of the God songs. But it would have worked eveen better with a nice Islay. A Lagavullin, for example.
I'm going to have to drop much heavier hints next year. Maybe take Andrew to Ton Overmars and tell him which single malts I particularly like. And which are the most Christmasy.
As it is, it'll be Friday before I can get my hands on some good scotch. And I have to work that day.
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