The short story is that I went out with one of our resellers here in Melbourne for dinner and drinks and headed back to the hotel. At the hotel I felt like having one last nightcap and went to the bar. There I met Paul, a New Zealander who loves thousand dollar bottles of wine, port, and scotch. We proceeded to try a few and he bought. We went through four ports and three scotches until Paul decided to tell me war stories and his family history. Apparently he was a father at twelve years and got a lot of men killed.
I'm glad it's before 11:00 PM and finally away.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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Nothing like a Scotch Sandwich, that is of course a Scotch between a couple of Scotches!!!!!
Guess who!!!!!!!
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