I think of the three episiotomies I've watched every time I'm slicing fillet steak.Originally Posted by soundofmusic
I think of the three episiotomies I've watched every time I'm slicing fillet steak.
Go to work, get married, have some kids, pay your taxes, pay your bills, watch your tv, follow fashion, act normal, obey the law and repeat after me: "I am free."
Anon
No, but I seem to remember seeing a poster of Leopold Von Ranke, a stash of Playboy Magazines from the 1980's , a copy of Samuel Smile's ' Self Help ' and a pamphlet on the ' The Glory Of Allotments '. Either that or I may have been in my own shed.
Under the netting in the corner? No definately not my shed. I shall be down there tomorrow morning confirming that too.
I wonder what Vasari and Ruskin would have made of this,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRJxafiqHvw
Last edited by jocky; 06-18-2011 at 09:45 PM.
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
Ruskin would understand.
The reemergence of the Hudson River School.
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Heading home this past Friday, I cranked the wheel toward my usual haunt to pick up some spirits. The initial goal was to treat myself to a bottle of fine Belgian Ale to celebrate Father's Day, but as I pulled up in front of the spirit house, I noticed the reflection of my truck in the storefront glazing. Suddenly, I was drawn back to my youth visiting my maternal Grandmother down in Houston. She, being of solid Moravian stock, had a natural proclivity to Drambuie. I recall the empty bottles under her bed and the sweet Drambuie aroma blending with that time honored smell typically associated with Grandmother’s and their Depression era homes.
It is father’s day and as it turns out mine claimed he had some traces of Scotch in his veins; a claim backed up on Audio Fidelity vinyl in the form of the “9th Regiment Bagpipe Band”.
So, it all makes sense now…buying that Drambuie.
A wood (pre cardboard) Drambuie crate from my Grandmother’s house, my father’s LP and my bottle of Drambuie:
For the Bloke dad’s…Happy Father’s Day
(For Sundoff…a belated Happy Mother’s day)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33iJp...eature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amKyA2PrSu4
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What a fine picture with a fine provenance that is Gilliat. It's a picture and story that should go on the Blokes Club Wall at the back of the bar.The reemergence of the Hudson River School.
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Heading home this past Friday, I cranked the wheel toward my usual haunt to pick up some spirits. The initial goal was to treat myself to a bottle of fine Belgian Ale to celebrate Father's Day, but as I pulled up in front of the spirit house, I noticed the reflection of my truck in the storefront glazing. Suddenly, I was drawn back to my youth visiting my maternal Grandmother down in Houston. She, being of solid Moravian stock, had a natural proclivity to Drambuie. I recall the empty bottles under her bed and the sweet Drambuie aroma blending with that time honored smell typically associated with Grandmother’s and their Depression era homes.
It is father’s day and as it turns out mine claimed he had some traces of Scotch in his veins; a claim backed up on Audio Fidelity vinyl in the form of the “9th Regiment Bagpipe Band”.
So, it all makes sense now…buying that Drambuie.
A wood (pre cardboard) Drambuie crate from my Grandmother’s house, my father’s LP and my bottle of Drambuie:
For the Bloke dad’s…Happy Father’s Day
(For Sundoff…a belated Happy Mother’s day)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33iJp...eature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amKyA2PrSu4
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Happy Fathers day too.
This morning I was given a copy of Boccaccio's Decameron and Rob Roy by Walter Scott. What fine children to get me what I asked for.
I had a nip of whiskey in the coffee down at the allotment, and I bought a couple of bottles of pear cider to try. very nice.
Note to Jocky:
I've put a few bottles of "home brew" in the shed, though the brewery is our wormery. I've named it "Codger's Old Fart" due to it's singular bouquet.
I wouldn't recommend it as it may induce spontaneous vomiting, and if it doesn't, then it may well be a trip down to casualty for the old stomach pumping.
Just thought I'd mention it before you decided to have a swig of the black stuff.
Ah, the Drambuie made famous by Prince Charles Edward Louis Casimir Sylvester Maria Stewart. Unfortunately for him it finally done for him in a tenement in Rome where he died a drunk and wife-beater. There used to be a drinking game in Scotland where after much imbibing of Drambuie the guests were invited to raise a toast to the said Prince, reciting his full name.Heading home this past Friday, I cranked the wheel toward my usual haunt to pick up some spirits. The initial goal was to treat myself to a bottle of fine Belgian Ale to celebrate Father's Day, but as I pulled up in front of the spirit house, I noticed the reflection of my truck in the storefront glazing. Suddenly, I was drawn back to my youth visiting my maternal Grandmother down in Houston. She, being of solid Moravian stock, had a natural proclivity to Drambuie. I recall the empty bottles under her bed and the sweet Drambuie aroma blending with that time honored smell typically associated with Grandmother’s and their Depression era homes.
It is father’s day and as it turns out mine claimed he had some traces of Scotch in his veins; a claim backed up on Audio Fidelity vinyl in the form of the “9th Regiment Bagpipe Band”.
So, it all makes sense now…buying that Drambuie.
A wood (pre cardboard) Drambuie crate from my Grandmother’s house, my father’s LP and my bottle of Drambuie:
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Needless to say the results were always a hoot.
I recall once being awakened early in the morning by the Pipes and Drums playing Amazing Grace. I thought to myself that is the best I have heard our Regimental P&D playing. I opened the cutains only to find that it was the Irish Rangers. It pains me to say it but they put our lot to shame.
It is a good job I tried it out on Turncoat first, you will be receiving the hefty vets bill very shortly. Still I found your Spicy Rum and very tasty it was too.
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
I once tried to distill some bitter dandilion wine my father had laid down in the 60's. Out of one whole demijohn of wine I got a small ketchup bottle of clear liquid. After sampling it we decided it would be best kept with the other cleaning products under the sink.
I once made some elderflower wine. unfortunately I neglected to remove the stalks from the flowers. So the wine smelled and tasted of the green stalks.
it was strong though, and I managed to get it down with dashes of lemonade. Times were hard.
So Jocky, do you have any suggestions on how I should drink this stuff? I've had it straight in a shot glass, mixed with a little Dr. Pepper.
The label mentions a "Rusty Nail". Sure I could look it up, but I would rather learn of it from a veteran whose been hammered a few times.
Haha. You know that might make a good accelerant for getting the charcoal briquettes fired up. Heck, it could serve double duty as a marinade!
Haha
Speaking of hard times, legend has it that the Drambuie Grandmother made beer in her bathtub during Prohibition.
Paul I just realized...have you considered turning those potatoes into vodka?
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No, I'm sure you haven't told that one...I'd remember...that is alittle scary.
I might have had it right by now Jocky; but I really need constant reinforcement an you keep going off for your hiatuses in Pauls shed.
Don't tell me they have you do the cut too...ewww; I'm never reincarnating as a man; though, the idea of the endowments do fascinate me...if only I could come back as one who has lots of hair on his head and none on his ar**...I think of the three episiotomies I've watched every time I'm slicing fillet steak.
In my experience those who ask the right questions usually think they know all the answers. You are so far ahead of yourself you should be careful you don't bump into yourself on the way back, this usually results in an unneccessary headache. I only tasted the stuff once and it was disgusting.
Yes, it is clearly an unfortunate repercussion of the herd mentality, I will do my utmost to stop it from happening again. Let us raise our glasses and drink a toast to individuality and the poor suckers that have kept it a reality for the West, not Drambuie, Cheers!
" There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make. "
Well... I do have 5 beds of potatoes going and a tub in the garden... have you heard of the Irish version - pocine?
I should have called our dog something like that. He's Mrs Paulclem's dog, and makes it patently obvious every time he bites me. I had to chase over the green after him today as he was chasing a car - (should have left him to it, but Mrs Paulclem's wrath would see us meeting at the shed).
The rum is good - and on offer in Sainsbury's at the moment. The bill's not so tasty though...
Ha, yes I've always had a problem with thinking before I act and walking too fast !
As for the "Rusty Nail", here's what I found: 1 1/2 oz Scotch whisky, 1/2 oz Drambuie and 1 twist lemon peel. Unfortunately I don't have Scotch Whiskey, but I do have some Makers Mark and Chianti.
I can't say that I have. Google is swaying me to "poRcine"...
"...or pork terrine made out of pig trotters and other, supplementary meats. Pig trotter terrine, vodka and pickles..
and some think Drambuie is disgusting.
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If you like scotch, as I do, you'll probably like Drambuie, as it's a scotch-based liqueur. I love Rusty Nails.
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