Rab up a Ladder

Ha. The fat lazy old bugger had to move his lardy arse about a bit, as a group of elderly whisky drinkers had arrived at an adjoining table to myself and Lawrie and kept delving into the whisky list for ever more obscure malts which took some searching for. And with apparently some 300 on the list, the filing system has broken down a bit. I don't think the Christmas decorations helped, either.
A day when I only took one photo. Thankfully, 'twas a real winner.