Heather Mist is a particularly egregious Scotch. Me, I prefer the carrot method over the stick (reward v punishment) but I pretty much exclusively drink Irish Whiskey (although some single malt scotches aren't totally horrible.). It's a flavour thing. Irish has a less strong flavour. A friend of mine once said he only drinks cheap scotch when he needs to "punish himself" for something. I saw a half-bottle of HM on his gaming table once and commented "So, who's been a really bad boy, then?"
Well, I'm just glad that our local group has dropped a habit of breaking out JD and/or equivalents while playing wargames. I think that's all I have to say on the matter...
I feel the odd one out in that most of the spirits I enjoy tend to be 'supermarket quality' ones (JD, Jim Beam, Morgan's Spiced, Sailor Jerry, etc) that are being admonished on here...
I don't think I enjoy anything remotely strong at all. A friend of mine tried to develop a taste in wines in me, but... Bleh. Something along the lines of cider or mead is the furthest I can go and still enjoy the thing.
mead has the same alcohol content of wine. You can also find good wines that are around 10% but personally I would not drink any wine lesser than 11%
It's not that I consider wine to be strong. It's that it specifically doesn't agree with me on so many levels.
Wine is ... difficult. If you have the patience to prowl through a bunch of stuff, you'll eventually find something you like. If you like mead, have you tried Mavrodaphne of Patras?
Mead and I don't really get along. It goes straight to my head, one sip and my face turns bright red. Especially homebrewed mead. I mean, I can drink an entire bottle of hard alcohol (Balvenie Doublewood for preference) and not get as drunk as I would with a single glass of mead. But mead is really good for making me a happy flirty drunk.
And why is that a bad thing? :P Back in my student days, one of our favourite party things was hot mead. Not exactly mulled (nothing was added to it - just some heat), it made us into happy drunks real fast (two cups were enough for me. Though I never claimed I have a strong head for drinks). But it was a quick ride up, and reasonably fast coasting down: two hours after that we were, usually, ready to leave the joint all sober and serious, though still in excellent moods. A pity the place turned bad (and stopped serving mead), but oh well. The times, they are a-changin'... But yeah, mead is fine with me. The ancestors knew what they were doing!* * in my part of the world, wine was an imported luxury for most of the history (and even when we had climate that could support wines, we weren't really good at that). So, the local beverages were either beers, or meads (that is, until we made distillation into an applied science and started turning surplus grain into hard liquor on a mass scale. Blame the Prussians for that!). And there's some good evidence on mead being the oldest alcoholic beverage known to mankind.
Had a great WtF recently with my own god-damn post office. To save time I've been using a service they offer named Drop n' Go. With this scheme I create an online account with the Post Office and rather than waiting in queues I just leave them a sack of all the items I want shipped, with a manifest detailing what's going where and via what method. The staff then process the items and apply postage labels whenever they have the time. What happened was that a postman picked up a sack of my goods before they were actually processed, so nothing was paid for. I didn't know about this until a few days later, when a postman brought me a bunch of cards (1 for each item) saying they couldn't post the items as the goods hadn't been paid for. Thing was, the fucking depot is less than a mile from my work so rather than bringing me the cards, they could have just brought the sack of items. But no, they wanted me to pay a handling fee for all the items they effectively stole from me. "Hi - we made a mistake. Pay for our mistake or you don't get your items back." The woman at the depot to whom I had to try and explain the situation seemed angry at me for some reason. I mean shit, it's not like I shoved the items into a post box (geometrically impossible) - they were at a Post Office! The implication is that I gave them a bag of stuff, said "Hi, post this stuff for me and I don't want to pay for it." and walked away. And not only that, but that the staff would then say, "Uhm.... ok." And thanks to all this I have lost a Resistance Bomber from X-Wing. Coincidentally that was the larger of the items to be shipped, so must have looked like the most valuable and has likely been stolen. I'll have some fun trying to process a Missing Post form when there's no record of it having been posted :/ At least the upside of this is that the Post Office branch in question has since reviewed their procedure for handing goods to the postmen to make sure this shit doesn't happen again.
this is sooo Italian this is where things get British. If you were in Italy, the post office director will get angry at you for filing a complain. Your complain will be tossed away with no response whatsoever and you'll also find that the next time, there would be my h more problems with your packages
My wtf was last Friday. I currently live in Bologna, but since i've yet to find an apartment for us, my wife is living 300km away, near my mother and dad. They don't mind since they can see their granddaughter. Btw, I decided to take the train to go to them for the WE. Train ticket was 30 euro and it took only 3,5 hours. Long story short, I did 300km in 6 hours. I stood up most of these 6 hours. Never again.
*Spits Tea over keyboard whilst monocle pops off* That's the cost for a 45 minute journey in the UK! Stupid Torys!
I'd happily pay double if I was certain that 3 hours were 3 hours. probably Italy is located near a black hole; time dilation is a thing
Do not get a Brit like me started telling stories about train delays! The time my train set on fire and we had to evacuate onto an embankment for over an hour waiting for the train to be towed for example. A double train managing to disconnect itself in Leeds leaving half the train in the station whilst the front half shot off to it's destination. Aircon disabled in summer because the train was so old it needed CFCs for refrigerant, which have been banned for nearly 30 years! No windows either... Announcing platform changes after the train has already left the other platform. My friend who was late nearly half the time due to trains, but didn't get in trouble as long as his manager received a haiku ending "Fuck you Northern Rail".
how does a train catch fire? It starts from the bottom or from the top? You know the cause? this cracked me up. (Almost as the train) been there, done that. But also the opposite. During the winter, with -5°c outside, and full AC inside the train stuck on on lowest setting. Whole car was so cold that it was empty. People boarding the train were constantly going in the car, shouting a few courses and going back on other cars
It was an oil fire in the engine, under the train, not a big fire but enough to force it to stop and be towed away (on a single track so no other trains could get past). As for cause? Probably the fact the train was older than me!
Oooh train WTFs, count me in One time on my commute home (thankfully I don't have to commute by train anymore), the train broke down on the platform, and everybody had to get off. 45mins-1hr later, the replacement train rocks up to the platform, the driver of the broken down train, also standing on the platform, exclaims rather loudly 'Mate I'm not fucking driving that!' and points to the windscreen of the replacement train, which is so full of cracks it looks like one of those trendy glass mosaic suncatcher things...
