The boys in the pub clubbed together to get me a ticket this week to see local outfit Oxford United play Ipswich. The journey and pre match warm up were characterised by biblically torrential rain. Ten minutes in the centre of the pitch began to disappear under water. The referee stopped play twice and began experiments to see if it would roll properly (after a couple of successful kicks the Ipswich fans wanted him signed). There then followed five minutes of both players remonstrating with the referee begging to keep playing - absolutely comical. The half finished with the time added showing 18 minutes for stoppages. Rest of the game turned into Ipswich playing hoof ball over the ‘sea’ in the middle of the pitch whilst Oxford accepted the inevitable after trying to play and decided to hoof it back - result 0-0 and a rapid bolt back to the car. Mrs Oxcanary asked if I had enjoyed the game - I said no, but yes to the fact that I had enjoyed being with friends from the pub AND I got to shout at Lambert which amused everyone. But things I learned 1/ My God Ipswich are ordinary!!! All companions thought they stood little chance of promotion given the quality of other sides they have seen. Even if they do there is nothing to give us sleepless nights 2/ Hoofball is never far from their repertoire 3/ How quickly it is possible to get soaked to the skin 4/ How good malt scotch is when you get soaked to the skin
Don't wait to get soaked to the skin, a good single malt is acceptable at any time and on any occasion
Ardbeg, Caol Ila or Port Ellen...if you can still locate any. I believe all three distilleries have been mothballed
I rate Ardbeg as only very slightly better than Laphroaig which has the ability to rip out the back of your throat
