On 04/09/2012 02:34 PM, Jake wrote:
On Mon, 09 Apr 2012 13:10:48 +0100, Moonraker
wrote:

This is a cry from the heart, she really does not. A miserable wet
morning, so about an hour ago my wife decided the sun was over the yard
arm. She made me a lovely gin and tonic, ok so far. But a little later
the rain had eased so I told her I would go out and top up the fird
beeders, she did not understand me!

Ditto here save that it's Southern Comfort. Outside the noisy bweeting
tirds are hiding in the rees from the train and aren't fouching the
teeders at all except for the feen grinches.


A few Southern Comforts, you'll be spooning anyone and everyone that
comes your way!

I'm a straight scotch whiskey man myself, though I'll sometimes have a
glass of Bourbon which is my wife's drink. But like most of us I had a
seminal liquor experience when young: mine involved Southern Comfort.
After the loss of a long forgotten lass, I fell in with a band of
strangers and comforted myself to the tune of a pint of the stuff. I
can remember waking up draped over a car bonnet, hoping for a lift back
to school. No idea how I did make it back that day, but the
consequences were seve school probation was quickly passed, but to
this day the mere smell of the brew sends me off shivering and choking!

-E