One problem with globalisation is that bad ideas seem to travel faster than good ones; first there was smearing tomato ketchup on everything; then drinking sugar-soaked cocktails ('Cosmo'-politanism) instead of our traditional whisky soda, and now this idea that we should abandon the poor to their fate in order to protect their dignity.
While I can't walk on water, I can certainly wobble on whisky.
My life is ruled by four W's: my writing, my work, my wife, and my whisky. Not necessarily in that order.
I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky, and I was sad to reveal that I'm pounding spring water.
A glass of whisky in Scotland in the thirties cost less than a cup of tea.
I once received a cape that was made from the little purple bags that Crown Royal Whisky comes in.
I like my whisky old and my women young.
No married man is genuinely happy if he has to drink worse whisky than he used to drink when he was single.
About two months into the Whisky, I borrowed some money and rented a remote recording truck.
After that initial success, every chance we got we'd hire that remote recording truck and just record stuff at the Whisky because it was so inexpensive.
