Yesterday a few old friends where down in Stockholm for a meetup, dinner and general foolishness. And of course I couldn’t resist having a few drams. So:
And we finished off with the late night dram of all late night drams, the Uigeadahl.
Yesterday a few old friends where down in Stockholm for a meetup, dinner and general foolishness. And of course I couldn’t resist having a few drams. So:
And we finished off with the late night dram of all late night drams, the Uigeadahl.
I took an important decision yesterday: I did not buy another electric bass! Although I really, really wanted to! Instead I bought some wine and whisky! Hurray!Here:
So, via Whiskyblog I hear that Bruichladdich is planning to rebuild the distillery in Port Charlotte, on the site of the old Lochindaal distillery. Although the entire machinery will come from the defunct Inverleven. In any case, another Islay distillery? Fungrim says hell yes!Hm… Which reminds me, it’s high time I pay my first visit to Islay. Hm…
I admit to being a little slow today. Mainly on account of ending last night with two Chimay’s and another beer I can’t really remember but that was equally strong. Quite stupid actually.Anyway, here’s the word of the day, by way of Jonathan Stroud: Rubbishness. And a brilliant word it is.
I spent the Weekend at Torpshammar with St Jacobs Chamber Choir. And would you believe it? The proprietors were all whisky fanatics. Or sort of anyway. And they had this thing for Duncan Taylor & Co Ltd. Which is, of course, completely understandable. So, among other things I tasted:
Whee!
And so the ultimate home away from home turns 3 years. Celebration is in order! In attendance, in order of random selection:
Also featuring special guests “Matilda” and “Christian”. Please note that these aren’t their real names though.First order of the day, Moet et Chandon! My god, I think I created a monster. The one bottle of champagne was soon followed by 6 bottles of sparkling. Wheee!3 years ago, me and Mr Jones founded this damn thing. And since, The Club of Mondays have only missed one single monday where sickness and job related shore leave left the Stage Door empty. That makes… One hell lot of mondays.And Mr Jones have only missed 3 occasions. Count ‘em: 1-2-3. Good gracious me.It is funny, a lot of people have passed by during the years. At times it would be Mr Jones and me only. And at other time some 15 people. Lovely people. Lonely people. Lovesick people. All kinds of people. Friends and family. Amazing strangers and quiet guests. Loud opera singers and forlorn conductors. And yet, the core remains.Hang on! What fool ordered another bottle of sparkling?!And among the nights attendances where indeed several hard core members: Redeyed Jenna, Mr Jones, yours truly, Drakmiklos and The Matts of all Matts. Amazing stuff. (Can you remember the amounts of laughter we’ve had? The tears? I certainly can.)At this point, our collective thanks to The Stage Door. It wouldn’t be the same anywhere else. (Damn! We forgot to invite Mother and Thomas to the festivities. Well Mama, if you read this, know that we love you).That fish was really good. And, so I heard, was the meat. And as usual: the best hamburger in Gothenurg made it customary appearance on the table. Next anniversary, we’ll buy some flowers for cooks.And there was singing. Although I think it was by mistake and was widely regarded as a bad move from the rest of the table.Yes! We have pictures. Hurray!And so the night went.
So, I went to a crayfish party yesterday with St Jacobs Chamber Choir. It was actualy my first kräftskiva in a very long time. Just to be on the safe side I brought along an extra bottle (75 cl) of my own black currant brännvin for the snaps. It disappeared in no time at all, my boy, that is one thirsty choir.So I guess my headache is justified today.Anway, in order for you all to feel like I’m doing today, here’s how to make your own black currant brännvin:
There you go. Oh, that reminds me: I still have some blue berries, juniper and pors (sorry, I havn’t got my english dictionary at hand) to try out. Excuse me for a moment…