Look, it's no big deal. OK, I spotted the special offer in the supermercado of VAT 69 at a price of 8.67 euros a bottle. I don't usually drink whisky (at least not any more) but, after all, I am my mother's son. So there you go: a bargain is a bargain.
Meanwhile, the sun is out, after a week of somewhat indeterminate weather. So it's back to the shorts and the vest. Of course, I hide in whatever shade is available. Cos I don't go brown; just a kinda red and orange, and then it fades.
But when the sun is out, the girls look prettier, the beer tastes better and I can dream - utterly fruitlessly - of a Labour recovery over the next 12 hours ...
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It is just so rendolent of when went to Spain - your string vest completes the picture.
Oops - key word left out of last comment!
It is just so rendolent of when Rab went to Spain - your string vest completes the picture.
Rab wore a semmit rather than a vest.
But, hey, let's not quibble over semantics - if the semmit fits, I'm probably wearing it.
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