Nope. I'm fifteen years sober. I was more of a vodka man back in the day. I detest whisky with a passion, owing to the fact that when I was fourteen I drank a whole bottle of my then-girlfriend's dad's Bell's and puked up so violently it was coming out of my nose. Even to this day, the merest whiff of the horrid stuff will turn my stomach. I love it when you call me sweet cheeks
Only ****tahs, lezzers, trannies and other assorted miscreants of humanoid society don't like whisky/whiskey. They should stick to Babychams and Perrier water.
I necked half a bottle of Tia Maria (coffee liqueur I think) at a youth club disco in Southampton, circa 1974. Ended up honking my guts out in the car park, being cheered on by some passers by. Can still taste the horrible muck now, and just remembering that night is giving me the dry heaves even as I type this. Vodka is very much a pooves tipple btw.
Cider is to be avoided for me. The memory of lying in the gutter outside The Sir George Robey in a pool of appley vomit.
Yeah. She didn't like it, was very put off by the white bits in it. I thought we should try it as she bought a cow lung from a butcher. Massive lump of meat for £3. Kind of chewy. Needs mincing and a load of spice...
A little known fact is that Haggi are an endangered species these days. Almost hunted to extinction in the glens.
