To be sure, it's seldom I see my own face reflected in a bottle of scotch but when it is, it's usually a happy face grinning pointlessly out from a bottle of Laphroaig. This is a single malt whisky from the Hebrides, whoever they are. This whiskey, pardon me, whisky is so peaty, you could dry it out and use it to plant heather. But there are better ways. One excellent use is for 'medicinal purposes'. I tried it last night to medicine up some inspiration and it does work -I think it could really catch on. It makes everything look better. Oh, and there's a lemon in it, too. Don't answer that.
In addition, I've posted a couple of photos of me in my atelier. A friend came around yesterday with a couple of sacks of wood for my stove, an act of pity for which I'm pathetically grateful. Anyway, he took my camera and took a couple of shots of this old git, whose grimy overalls have burst at the gut [it's the pressure, you see].