2007-01-26 - 12:27 a.m.

"It's like fucking acid, man... You end up in the back room just chucking it back. You don't know what you're doing.".

-Mark E. Smith on getting a whisky habbit while living in Edinburgh..

My trip to town today involved purchasing an Islay single malt from Tesco for a mere £12.99. It's absolutely wonderful, and every bit as good as Laphroiag. Each sip is sending a smoky hit of happy-fire to surround my person. If they could bottle the sensation of taking a stroll with a boon companion on a rocky beach at twilight then this would be it.
I also went to the new 'Polish Healthy Foods' shop that has opened where Global Video used to be. A fair swap, by anyone's standards. I peered at the strange inscriptions on the various packets of beetroot soup. I gazed in wonder at the curious pickled fishy things in a jar. 'Globalisation,' I thought. I was invited to sample the proprietor's sausage. Invigorated, I even engaged him in a bit of small talk. I finally learned how to pronounce 'Zywiec'. I think. Man, he was persuasive - I walked out with the 2 beers I had planned to buy and 5 fat fingers of smoked meat that I hadn't. I think I'll chop them up and serve them with pasta, chili, garlic, peas and artichokes. Not very Polish, but I've got standards. It's great that this exotic bodega has opened in my staid little hometown. A similar delight must have been felt by my Polish comrades when McDonalds landed in Krakow.

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