Ant

I'm reading Raw Spirit by Iain Banks. It's a non-fiction book supposedly about single malt whisky that is actually mostly about driving around Scotland, with the odd anecdote thrown in for good measure. It has its moments. And then it has it's other moments, the less good ones. But all in all it's entertaining, and probably more enjoyable than an all-whisky-all-the-time book would be, even though I do sometimes find myself wishing he would hurry up and get to the next Dram.

*narrows eyes... watches closely*

Much as it pains me to miss a forum booze-up, I'm not sure that I'll be able to make this one. Hope everyone has a good night.

DM - bloglines.com will explain all.

*thinks loudly in DM's direction: this is what comes of reading your blog via an aggregator, DM - I had no idea people were being mean to you. Boo hiss to them!*

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*hic*

Time for another first line? While drinking the CPT dry

Ouch! I'm cringing on behalf of your past self there, Polly D. Did it work, at least?

He stuck out his tongue

There once was a dog with a cape

Pfft! That's a good 'un.

Good lord, just imagine!

...

Tho their mums were not chuffed

[edited owing to crapness, and having somehow missed out a whole page of new posts]

we're at 10,081 now (well, 10,082 counting this one). So... who bagged it?

And pulled out a rocket To fire off at those who were dorky enough to comment about her weight, or about the fact that her last line didn't scan.

In a pub called CPT there was Keef Who lamented the loss of 3 teeth With grolsch in hand He played in his band Whilst locals all drank through their grief

Who liked to buy paintings by Hockney (I have no idea whether this is true but at least it rhymes.)

(this one's getting confusing!)

'twas clas in white denim

Who like to wear shoes that were fancy

'I can't see through this glass' edit: Damn, too slow.

My turn for a first line: A mother with child, overheard,