Got some Glenfidich in the cupboard and some Jamesons, but they've hardly been touched other than as chasers in years gone by.
It's not that I hate posh firewater, I just don't see the point. A bit
like stupid hot curry or Ghost chillies.
It's a bit like the muppets who condone doing speed before a night out so that they can drink more and not get drunk. Uhhh.....am I missing the point of alcohol?