Tag Archives: Scotch

‘My mind is in garlands’

Posted on November 1, 2018 by

Our inability to get our kids to do stuff manifest itself most in their rooms. This week, after years of trying, I gave up. There are wet towels, empty bags of chips, old glasses of juice, clothes everywhere they should … Continue reading →

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‘Tell only happy hours’

Posted on November 9, 2015 by

Drink anything with enough alcohol in it and you’ll start tasting almonds, oranges, coconuts, pine needles, Christmas cake. But there’s no pretence in the tour at the Scotch distillery: our guide, who wears a badge saying Team Leader, points to … Continue reading →

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Viking graffiti inside the burial chamber, Orcadia

Posted on November 8, 2015 by

Just as you’d think they would, the Vikings came upon a structure of religious and historical significance that had already been there a few thousand years, punched a hole through the roof because they couldn’t find the door, pulled out … Continue reading →

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The inner rings of meta-ness, Inverness

Posted on November 2, 2015 by

Monday. Put on a new shirt, examined the tick bite for a ring, realised we have too much stuff. Is there any point to unpacking it, to let it breathe? Seems all this packing is an emotional thing. Carrying more … Continue reading →

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The root beer raised nipple dial

Posted on June 23, 2015 by

Loren’s brother Alan is a philatelist and remarks on my root beer raised nipple (watch) which I didn’t know I had until Alan called it that. A philatelist collects stamps, and Alan works for an auction house in San Francisco … Continue reading →

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