I never make New Year resolutions. What’s the point of tying good intentions to a date, when you can declare them at any time of year? Before going on to break them, of course.
And I know this from long experience, because every year I resolve to drink more whisky.
Hang on. Shouldn’t that be less whisky? No, it should not. You see, my relationship with whisky has two prominent features. One: I love the stuff. Two: I almost never drink it.
The problem (if you can call it that) is that whisky doesn’t fit into my alcohol routine. I don’t normally take to brown spirits before dinner, and after dinner I rarely feel like drinking spirits. Somehow I have to break my hide-bound habits. Life is too short. Whisky is too good.
If I ever manage it, my likely first port of spirituous call will be Islay. No whisky region of Scotland inspires so much passion, or so much distinguished writing.
