I like a dram. A nice single malt – Jura, Dalmore, Bowmore or a nice Bruichladdich or the like. Smooth, some peaty but all designed to warm the cockles of your heart.
Then of course with the smooth comes the rough – the Grouse, the Scottish Leader, the Douglas, the Maclean, the Ronaldson, the Davidson, the Dunn. The last 4 or 5 designed, when mixed together in a dirty half pint glass to get your feet moving, yer head bobbing and, ultimately, your arse off your seat and birling about the room/bar/dancehall/farmhouse/festival tent.
That’ll be the new and improved Whisky River Band now known as The Whiskys cos they’re just too damned lazy to write River Band anymore. I like that in a band. They’ve lost one member and gained another. New boy Grant Dunn on banjo and guitar takes over from Iain Duncan. I went out to their new secret bunker at a secret Highland location to see them rehearse their secret set for the secret festival gig they have on the 4th May. I can’t say anymore than that about Brew at the Bog or the rehearsal room at Bogbain. Ach shite !!
Anyhoo – all sounding rather nice and the setlist is, well, set for the show – I wont reveal the songs (I wasn’t paying attention – I was too busy watching Mark ‘My Names Not Grant’ Williamson – driver, roadie, back up percussion, dancer – trying to set himself on fire with tealights !! )