31 July Whisky & whatever night
Okay, I've been doing some thinking about 31 July, since Hitcher can't make it and he was the main motivating factor behind the haggis.
Given that only Jim2 and I are into haggis, and Gini is pregnant and the smell of just about anything seems to make her gag at the moment, it's probably best to avoid the haggis this time and leave it for when Hitcher can make it.
I suggest instead that we have a bit of a get-together, at our place, pm me for the address if you don't already know it.
Those who wish to try out decent single malts are invited, and encouraged, to bring theirs for those who wish to be educated in the finer points of life. I will be bringing out Abelour, a Highland malt, and Lagavulin, an Islay malt.
Those who don't enjoy scotch (you all know who you are) are very much still invited. It will be nice to have a good old get-together, talk some shit and have some fun.
We'll have it inside rather than in the gargre which, to be honest, is messy as hell, stinks of petrol, oil, grease, and motorcycle parts, and is not likely to be tidied either. 
Be good to see you here..
Simon
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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