Yes yes, 37 now. Had the quiet weekend I needed, with just the right amounts of walking around Lake Daylesford, tapping away on the computer, balancing the Lad above my head and scintillating Grand Final action. Not enough Femme though (like there can ever be enough Femme).
Incidentally, 37 is fine. It is NOT FORTY. Therefore it is fine.
A thing from last week ... I forgot to mention that my mate Rene Zandveld's episode of Last Man Standing aired on Channel 7 last Tuesday. It was 'his' in the sense that he wrote it, all those excellent words and gags. As a gunslinging writer for a network TV series he got the plot supplied to him, but he had to bring the whole thing to life and I think he did an incredible job. We also had the pleasure of watching it with him (he hadn't seen it in advance), so we scored the live, spontaneous DVD-style commentary in the ad breaks, too. Great guy, great evening.
See, I didn't mention Marieke. Argh, damn.
Tales from the weekend ...
One special birthday treat was a bottle of Laphroaig scotch whisky, which was quickly followed by membership into the Friends of Laphroaig online community. I now own a small peaty plot of land on the Isle of Islay, Scotland, to go along with my 750ml (now about 710ml) of the finest drink in all the world.
Whisky. Does it sound wanky? The people I observe these days just seem to drink beer, wine or fruity vodka. I get physically repulsed toward the end of a second beer, even looking at wine (either red or white) makes me utterly nauseous, and ... fruity vodka?! Come on. But drinking has to be done, dammit.
Out on a team dinner about two months ago, I randomly picked whisky from the menu. Lo and behold, it tasted GREAT. There were only mild side-effects, no hangover, and I could sit on a $7 glass for well over an hour. Is this not BLISS??
Whisky's a perfect drink to nurture when you're writing, too. One glass lasts the whole night, it sits well beside a string of coffees, and even fuses nicely with chocolate. A bottle can last for months and months (I'm yet to test this, but assume there's a chance). And whether you spend $30 or $75, it's got to be cheaper than beer or wine.
So, wanky it may be, but I've found my booze. That ye may also be so canny, lads and lasses!
ps. sorry for recycling my reply to you, Maybanana!
1 comment:
I know exactly how you feel, man. 37 is the pits. And next year it's 38. :-(
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