The Lynch Mob Came for Roger's Tonsils

It sounds as though Roger needs to gargle a gill of Llaphroaig.

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“You will not regret it, if you live.”

A bit of a waste, though.

(My tipple of choice these days tends to be ale or gin.)

An old friend of mine of Scottish sympathies and antecedents lately allowed that if I insisted on bringing a gift to dinner at his house I might bring a bottle of gin. I pointed out that young people these days are making vodkas with all sorts of strange flavourings (cucumber in one notable case, cassis in another, plum pudding in a third) and calling them “gin”. My friend admitted it to be true. I suggested, therefore, a gin made from barley and flavoured with peat smoke and kelp. It was found good in his eyes.