Not a bad evening at all. The merest sprinkle of rain giving a rainbow. Bill turned up wearing a possible candidate for the Turner Prize but unfortunately not his bumbag with house keys etc, left on the bus.
Having been passed by most of the field, in spite of running not too badly, I mulled over the vagaries of handicapping. Gordon too. Maybe it’s a V60 thing.
Something that didn’t turn up was my soup. Though a highland chicken flapped around the bar a few times unclaimed. And an unusual meal for someone – a veggie burger with no burger. Just melted cheese and lettuce. Everything else seemed to work ok for the new venue, which certainly has a most impressive whisky list.