Closing Time

After a swift couple of jars in Clarks with Herr H, it was time to meet the Old Timers in a packed Guildford. The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure. And for the second night running there was a dram of Macallan Gold; aye, their new sherried whisky which has had the age statement removed (victims of their own success, sadly). And very lovely it is too - light and quite sweet. Hardly needs a drop of water. Unlike myself this morning.
Actually, that's an exaggeration for comic effect; as youse all fine kens, I'm a man with a keen sense of where that line is, and I subject myself to regular re-calibration. And I've another re-calibrating event coming up tonight. But first, a day of comparative leisure. Yeee haa!