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I bought a bottle of Glenmorangie on 29 January 1980, the day my daughter was born in St Mary's Hospital, Manchester, ready to open on her 21st birthday - which would of course be in 2001.
Some time prior to then a good friend called round unexpectedly, a proficient drinker it must be said - nothing wrong with that - and when he had finished off whatever spirits we had in the sideboard, my wife of the time said "Oh! look what I've found!", and it was of course the Glenmorangie. "You can't give him that", I hissed, "It's for a special occasion".
"Oh I can't, can't i?" she responded, and poured the whole bottle down the kitchen sink.
So glad I divorced her in, co-incidentally, 2001. |
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