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Very helpful that, isn’t it?
The questions in connection with the Whisky Society are getting increasingly strange. Today someone told me they couldn’t make the next meeting because they were having a tasting with some friends the day after. Is there a rule that says you can’t drink whisky two nights in a row? How come no one told me? The other request for information this week was even odder. Some guy wants to write about Johnnie Walker on his personal website and wants to know whether the society has any rules forbidding him to do so. This is strange on several levels. Firstly, even if we wanted to forbid it we would hardly have any sort of power to enforce our decision. We have freedom of speech. What you want to write about on your webpage is your business, as long as it’s not illegal in the country of your residence (or your webhost’s, I guess). Secondly, I can’t remember hearing the name of the person in question before, which is no sort of guarantee, but more significantly he is not on my list of members. I suppose he could be a member of one of our local groups – however, I can’t see anyone deciding to slap an exclusion order on anyone simply for writing about Johnnie Walker. Thirdly, and most importantly, why would anyone devote time and energy to write about a blended scotch unless paid to do so?
Norwegian lesson of the day: tulling, n.: Dolt, stupid person. Gender: male (obviously), meaning it takes the sigular indefinite article “en” as in “en tulling” and the definite form is “tullingen” (we have endings instead of the definite article “the”). (Disclaimer: The word of the day is completely unrealated to the theme of the rest of this post. Any inference you would like to make in relation to the word’s relevance is your own responsibility entirely.)
Talking about whisky, it’s been suggested that I should arrange a tasting session for my colleagues when we go away for an alternative Christmas party (a weekend in Trysil, ski heaven, or so I’m told). Tricky. Tasting session where a large majority will not like the whisky no matter what I chose, and where some may like whisky but will opine such things as “Ballantyne’s has a pretty strong taste” (I mention no names). I think I need to call in the cavalry. Luckily there’s a whisky society board meeting Wednesday evening. Ta-ta-tara-ta-taa.
News just in: Parts of the centre of Oslo have been shut off after what seems to be a bomb threat directed against the Norwegian version of Hello! or similar – Se og Hør. Hm. My bus passes that area. Does that mean I can’t get home?
Voice in my head: oh dear – it’s that song about the cavalry, “Wish I was [sic. I believe] at home for Christmas” and all that – must go home and play tape