I went to a festival this weekend for all those Americans who love to revel in some distant ancestry. Above you'll see a woman about to stuff a ferret down the trousers of a guy in a funny hat. Other activities included traditional dancing and whisky drinking. Ah yes, I really must tell you about the Scotch tasting. It turned out that a close friend of the scotch tasting guy had recently passed away, so we began by passing a bowl of whisky around the group in his honour. During this time our host took the oppurtunity to rib whoever was sipping from the bowl at the time, and it soon became evident that the guy was completely hammered. According to his collegues he had already consumed three bottles of the finest Scotch - by noon. Oh, and did I mention he was swinging a massive axe around the whole time!
His attempt to explain the whisky making process were from then on completely hilarious. Not much serious Scotch tasting was undertaken, by I can honestly say we were all complete drunk on fear for our very lives by the end of the session. Good times.
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