The single malt’s finished

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In these times of austerity, it was not welcome news to reach the end of the single malt whisky I had bought for the recent Yuletide (Christmas to those not familiar with pre-Christian history in the British Isles – and some of those who are unfamiliar are…er…British!). The coalition government are cutting back on everything as it is. Well, apart from those things I’d like to see them cut back on. I know that it is all a coincidence, but this Bank Holiday weekend is even one hour short because of the clocks going forward to herald in British summer time. …

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March – always the lousiest month of the year for me.

Well, I say March always the lousiest month of the year for me – but I cannot remember much about when I was eight months old so I could be wrong…

As readers of this blog will know, and also my internet stalkers in general will know, in recent years March has seemed to coincide with low points in my life. Tuesday is the fourth anniversary of my father passing away after a few years of slow decline due to Parkinsons Disease. Also, two years ago a young man in his early twenties who Gloria and I had watched grow up died unexpectedly. And most recent of all, Gloria nearly died during March last year. Giving up work for a few months to look after Gloria lead to sporadic postings on MyOpera from myself and I have only this year returned to full MyOpera duties. :up: …

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Bring me the strongest thing you’ve got…on second thoughts I’ll have a Black Russian

Some of you will recognise my reference to The Naked Gun 2½. This reference along with the photo to the left of this paragraph was the content of my multi-media text message that I sent to a few friends a few weeks ago. This was when the UK ground to a halt because of some snow and I went home from work early (my estate covered in snow photo below). In the drinks cabinet were two recently opened bottles – one of them being Tia Maria and the other being Vodka. Well, the Black Russians flooded past my throat. …

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