I don't know if it's possible to buy pure alcohol in Blighty. If it is available over the counter you probably have to apply firstly to the Home Office for a permit, undergo three months of psychometric testing and then supply the names of three character referees, one of whom must be a High Court judge. In Italy they virtually give it away because no one would dream of drinking it except washed-up expats on a budget. I imagine in the UK the label would scream out in 72pt type "DO NOT DRINK!!!!!". This one just has the fire hazard logo that means you shouldn't light a cigarette within three metres of the bottle as it may spontaneously combust. And no, I didn't have a sip. Well, not yet anyway.
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Now - I would have to strongly recomend methanol for it's theraputic effects. I once spent an entire night re-routing and re-plumbing the fuel system on an Autovia V8 based special. The fuel tank was pressurised by a regulated bleed from the super-charger manifold (flash-back arresters to fit, obviously - I'm not stupid !). Any way the workshop was a bit of a fume hazard and by breakfast/race time I couldn't really stand up, let alone converse. Filthy headache next day though.
Get stuck in Ron. And make yourself a stack of boot polish sandwiches to go with it. Yum yum.
Either that or just run the gas through a bottle of milk.
Line 'em up. I'm on my way.
Great picture, by the way.
The tramp who lives in our garage has a plentiful supply, swears by it but then he swears by anything he can get his hands on. He drank some Brasso and milk once was as sick as a dog but said the milk must've been off,
The tramp who lives iin our garage has a plentiful supply, swears by it. Having said that he sweras by anything he can lay his hands upon. Brasso and milk was a firm favourite until he was violently ill,but said the milk must've been of. So just make sure your milk is chilled and most importantly fresh.
Cindy Incidentally
Well Cindy, good to see you started early. Can I ask what was the drink of choice this morning? A nice crisp 'n' cold Manzanilla perhaps? And maybe the whole bottle given the double posting and the liberally-scattered literals? Good girl.
We had a tramp dossing down in our barn once for Christmas. He was given a big slice of festive cake and a bottle of Concorde (remember that Ron?). Never saw him again.
I don't want to use your blog as a dating agency, but I must say I like the cut of Cindy's jib.
Yes, oh Published One. I think she may well get the idea, once she has come around from her sherry frenzy.
This really does highlight the hazards of intraweb dating etc. For all Cindy knows this Peter character might be totally unsuitable, god forbid, he might even sport a beard, brandish a camera, be partial to a drop of Old Weazel Stout and have an un-healthy interest in railways - seriously - you just never know !
In retrospect - given that all this communication is taking place on a blog published by a self-confessed booze enthusiast, dedicated to booze and littered with comments from equally unsuitable prospects - any body persuing romance in these pages is either vary adventurous or plain blind to the warning signs. When did that last happen ?!?!?? Pass the bottle !
Peter, you sound like my kind of guy. Did i mention i also sport a beard and am into railways? Anyway i can top ypur tramp storey. Ours dined with us for Christmas dinner once. Well, we made him sit in the kitchen as he stinks. He was happy enough, plenty of booze was provided plus whatever he had brought down from the garage himself, Diesel etc.,
I vote that he be invited to Ron;s i think you'd like him.
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