Originally posted by Kerrowdown With me I'm afraid it's a few uisge beatha that are required.
What surprised me at the time, being a Scotch on the Rocks guy, -The Famous Grouse, when the feeling overcomes me- was the popularity of Southern Comfort with the locals. A sailor could go into the Navy Exchange, purchase a bottle of Southern Comfort, and exchange for just about anything...Within reason.
I suspect my landlady had a taste for whiskey: if I had a bottle of The Grouse in the cabinet, the level would never change, but the stuff got considerably weaker as days passed. It all came out even though, She taught me how to eat at the Queen's table......Couldn't stand watching me use a knife and fork.
I am smiling now, as I recall sitting at the table, an adopted Yank, with her stareing across the table at me; her snaggle-toothed Yorkshire Terrier , Mouser Boy, sitting on the floor to my right, looking up at me with as much disapproval as she.
"Fair fa' your honest sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o the pudding race!"