Tales Of The Gurrier

Sometimes The Gurrier is forced to go places. Places he would much rather not go to. Places where he is confronted by things that are beyond his comprehension and ken. ’40% Savings this week on Veins!‘ – What does it mean? What do they do with the veins? Don’t you need those veins,  you know, [...]

One of the things that happens when you become a whiskey drinker is people start to give you whiskey, lots of whiskey. This is a wonderful thing. I decided to perform a little stock take today as the drinks cabinet is getting a little crowded and I seem to be behind on my drinking. 14 [...]

Ok, ok, last post on this I promise. It amused me greatly that the only clips of Irish Jam to be found on YouTube were in Czech. Enjoy!

Not much to say today other than to congratulate the Americans for finally getting the leader they deserve. Here’s to high hopes, great ideas and the return of curiosity and science to public discourse. Photo owned by Boris from Vienna (cc) It would also be remiss not to mark the consigning of G.W. to history’s [...]

Behold,  The Octomore. Made by Bruichladdich and laying claim to the title of’  ‘peatiest whiskey’ in the world, with a tongue numbing phenol count of 131ppm. From the tasting notes on whiskyfun.com: Mouth (neat): very, very unusual! The peat is extremely big, even at full strength, and you get almost the same flavours as when [...]

Photo owned by Eoin O’Mahony (cc) A biting North wind whipped in off the bay and skirled about the unhappy, rainsoaked streets of Dublin town. It whirled down slick gutters and burnt chimney pots; sending gouts of hot brown ash and cinders into the living rooms of North Dublin. It tore knickers and hairy argyle [...]

Dateline: 28th December 2008 Scene: A rental car proceeding East on the M27 somewhere outside of Southampton. The Gurrier is driving, The Gin Lady sits in the passenger seat. THE GURRIER: Let’s have some radio then. THE GIN LADY fiddles with the controls and the radio blasts to life. RADIO DJ: Welcome to ‘I LOVE [...]

More junk from the crazy shop. South African sweets today. MacTavish’s Butterscotch Sparkles. A poor man’s Werther’s Original, with an aftertaste redolent of a diesely tang no doubt from many months spent in a shipping container.