Johnnie Walker's Walk: The Spirits of Free Enterprise

I had not ever thought to buy a bottle of JW before. But now, after seeing that, I think I will. Good job, Bobby.

Posted by Eric Blair at August 10, 2009 8:21 PM

Scottish Ark.

Posted by Christian at August 11, 2009 7:36 AM

Well done!

Posted by Ed Skinner at August 11, 2009 9:03 AM

Well, shoot. I have an abiding love for all kinds of liquor but have never managed to develop a taste for Scotch. As a show of support for free enterprise, I pledge to buckle down and try harder.

Posted by Gypsy at August 11, 2009 3:24 PM

I'm off to the State Store.

I was going to take up skeet shooting.

That'll have to wait.


Thank you for this.

Posted by Cathy at August 11, 2009 5:07 PM

Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson.

BOOK II. - In Scots

In a letter from Mr. Thomson to Mr. Johnstone.

* * *

At last, across the weary faem,
Frae far, outlandish pairts I came.
On ilka side o' me I fand
Fresh tokens o' my native land.
Wi' whatna joy I hailed them a' -
The hilltaps standin' raw by raw,
The public house, the Hielan' birks,
And a' the bonny U.P. kirks!
But maistly thee, the bluid o' Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to John o' Grots,
The king o' drinks, as I conceive it,
Talisker, Isla, or Glenlivet!

For after years wi' a pockmantie
Frae Zanzibar to Alicante,
In mony a fash and sair affliction
I gie't as my sincere conviction -
Of a' their foreign tricks an' pliskies,
I maist abominate their whiskies.
Nae doot, themsel's, they ken it weel,
An' wi' a hash o' leemon peel,
And ice an' siccan filth, they ettle
The stawsome kind o' goo to settle;
Sic wersh apothecary's broos wi'
As Scotsmen scorn to fyle their moo's wi'.

* * *

Posted by Fat Man at August 15, 2009 10:37 AM