Seeing in the New Year always requires a helping hand,
especially in Scotland. One of the best ways is with fire. A good blaze will
help to burn off the last remnants of the old year and provide a warm and welcoming
beacon to attract all the hopes and aspirations of a New Year.
And having seen the New Year
honours list there is one serious omission. The guy or guyess who invented the
hip flask. Now there is someone who had a vision and an idea which should be
celebrated and rewarded way above all the handbag designers, tax dodgers and
civil service paper shufflers.
When local pubs are chock a block with hooching and wheeching revellers
inside passing drinks through the windows to friends outside, others can be
left in the dry. Literally. In such crowded conditions the prospects of relief can
be quite bleak. And as the damp cold from the stone cobbles seeps inexorably up
through the human parched and sober frame, those who come prepared can feel quite
smug. With no chance of getting anywhere near the bar to purchase one's internal
embrocation of choice, there is yet one last resort in times of dire desperation,
the hip flask.
The choice of contents is always personal, but at this time of year a
sipping whisky is infinitely preferable to a drinking whisky. In this case 18
year old Lagavulin. And you know, sometimes one flask just isn't enough. Besides
a hip flask in each back pocket provides more balance and ballast than one. One
other point to note, big pockets require big flasks. Hence the sair heid.
So here's to 2017 - to fast hands, fast feet and fast cars, may the
pace be with you.
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