liquor

September 19, 2019

Don’t you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure. When you work hard all day with your head and know you must work again the next day what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whisky? When you are cold and wet what else can warm you? Before an attack who can say anything that gives you the momentary well-being that rum does?… The only time it isn’t good for you is when you write or when you fight. You have to do that cold. But it always helps my shooting. Modern life, too, is often a mechanical oppression and liquor is the only mechanical relief.

Ernest Hemingway
Letter to Ivan Kashkin 19 August 1935

hurting you

September 8, 2018

Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

Charles Bukowski
The Big Pot Game
Tales of Ordinary Madness

not liking whiskey

August 18, 2018

“This is Scotland. Of course not liking whiskey is a crime.”

“Oh, aye?” said Brianna sweetly, in a perfect imitation of his own slight Scots burr. “Well, we’ll hope it’s no a capital offense like murrderrr, shall we?”

Diana Gabaldon
Dragonfly in Amber

Fine advice

July 19, 2017

Scene from a life

June 27, 2017

27th June

Mid your step in here, boys and girls. You’ll need a guide within my phantasmagorical world if you are not to become lost in the labyrinth.

You have been warned.

Bloomsday. The first mention of its celebration was in a letter from James Joyce to Miss Weaver of 27 June 1924: “There is a group of people who observe what they call Bloom’s day – 16 June.”

It is of course the day on which Ulysses opens, and one I have celebrated since my sixteenth birthday in Paris. It is an excuse to get shit-faced in a delightfully old-fashioned kind of way. Did you know that Ted Hughes married Sylvia Plath on 16th June 1956 in honour of Bloomsday? The day was named for Leopold Bloom, a dapper character from the book. Robert Nicholson once said, ‘Bloomsday has as much to do with Joyce as Christmas has to do with Jesus.’ And its celebration, in my book, is a chaotic and raucous affair –

This year me and mine celebrated the day with Irish whiskey and pints of Guinness, while reciting odd passages from Ulysses. Because of Joyce’s letter of 27th June acknowledging Bloomsday, we’ve decided to have a second celebration to commemorate that great event today.

Yeah!

Every Home Should Have One

December 9, 2016

every-kitchen-should-have-one

tooothpaste

May 28, 2016

whiskey

Soul Healing

May 13, 2016

soul healing

Sound advice…

August 5, 2015

soundadvice