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February 05, 2007

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Charlottesvillain

don't take my whiskey 'way from me.
don't take my whiskey 'way from me.
You can help yourself to my last dollar,
If you touch my jug, you're gonna hear me holler!
Don't take my whiskey 'way from me.

GreenmanTim

Laphroaig is indeed my favorite, though for variety I'd gladly drink any number of the malts of Islay. Enjoyed the lightly peated Springbank, too, though never did have their most unusual vintage, the 18 year old product of aging not in bourbon casks nor in sherry but in oak once used for rum. The result, I am told, was a single malt with a greenish hue that sold out quickly back in the early 1990s at $50 a bottle.

Laurie

You're a Laphroaig man too! That is our favorite, after sampling quite a few in Scotland. Fortunately it is stocked by the Montan state liquor stores!

Martin Langeland

It's short, as they made them in those days, so you might want to add Guinness' Captain's Paradise about the Skipper of a cross straits ferry with a wife in Gibraltar and another in Tangiers. No problems like your distant supercargo in 1843.
--ml

GreenmanTim

I shall place it in the Netflix cue. Now that we're done with Sharpe we'll be needing something good to fill that void in our dark evenings.

Martin Langeland

Correction:
That's "Tight Little Island" (1949) in UK made by Ealing Studios and released in the US as "Whiskey Galore".
I hate it when my synapses reverse polarity.
--ml

Martin Langeland

Tim'
'Tisn't a ballad, but one of my favorite films is "Tight Little Island", or "Whiskey Galore" in its original British. This concerns the people of Tody, a small island in the outer Hebrides, during WWII. While their lives continue with little change, they do form a home guard unit to acknowledge the war. This is captained by a fool sassenach who fancies himself the local laird because he rents the laird's cottage. The most terrible effect of the war is: "Do you think Mr. Churchill will be knowin' that the government has run out of whiskey?" Then SS Cabinet Minister, carrying fifty thousand cases of whiskey, runs aground on the Skerry Doo (diu?) on a Saturday evening. The townsfolk must wait all through the sabbath before attempting salvage...
It's one of J Arthur Rank's better post war flicks -- and they were all good.
--ml

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