As I've grown older my liking for sherry in particular has grown enormously.
From the 80s when my brother and I would pretend to like it so we could blag a free drink from our father on a Sunday morning, to actively seeking it out and paying quite a lot for it. The difference betrween good and shit ones is as marked as that betweem, say, a fine malt and Bell's.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:30, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

From my childhood memories
Sherry is a drink served in the morning at your nana's house, that is apparently acceptable to give to children.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:31, Reply)

My Scots great-grandmother used to offer us 'orange juice'.
It was neat squash.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:33, Reply)

Gotta love the different standards of the older generations
When my sister and I stayed the night at my nana's she would often give us coffee made with boiled milk and whisky before bed.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:36, Reply)

In the morning?
Blimey.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:36, Reply)

Mid-morning, not first thing.
We weren't alcoholics.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:38, Reply)

Really, I'm taking the wrong high horse here, aren't I?

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:45, Reply)

Moderation is the key.
Which is why I only use heroin sparingly.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:48, Reply)

'Moderation'?
*rolls word around tongue*

*Fetches dictionary*
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 8:51, Reply)

1st click of the day

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Wed 7 Dec 2011, 9:06, Reply)