A pint of Will

A night out for fragments and remnants of blip's esteemed 101 club as we grandly entitled ourselves when we formed up some eleven years ago. The aim being to drink our way through Insto's book of "101 whiskies to try before you die" or some such. In the event, very little whisky was drunk, though I observed the Fifer managed a couple of noggins. What was heartening however was the way that we so easily fell back into comfortable old ways. Erudite sparkling conversation. With just the right amount of repetition. Or talking p!sh, as Mr Smith kindly calls it. 
Looking forward to the next one already.