# The Lynch Mob Came for Roger's Tonsils

**URL:** <https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540>\
**Category:** Improvised Radio Theatre with Dice\
**Created:** [1 February 2020 22:08 UTC](https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540 "2020-02-01T22:08:46Z")\
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**Author:** ![Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/user_avatar/discussion.tekeli.li/agemegos/32/15077_2.png) [@Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/u/Agemegos)\
**Post date:** [1 February 2020 22:08 UTC](https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540/1 "2020-02-01T22:08:49Z")

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

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**Author:** ![Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/user_avatar/discussion.tekeli.li/agemegos/32/15077_2.png) [@Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/u/Agemegos)\
**Post date:** [4 March 2020 01:55 UTC](https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540/2 "2020-03-04T01:55:51Z")

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> [@Agemegos](#):
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> gargle a gill of Llaphroaig.

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

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**Author:** ![RogerBW](https://discussion.tekeli.li/user_avatar/discussion.tekeli.li/rogerbw/32/3_2.png) [@RogerBW](https://discussion.tekeli.li/u/RogerBW)\
**Post date:** [4 March 2020 09:49 UTC](https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540/3 "2020-03-04T09:49:02Z")

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A bit of a waste, though.

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

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**Author:** ![Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/user_avatar/discussion.tekeli.li/agemegos/32/15077_2.png) [@Agemegos](https://discussion.tekeli.li/u/Agemegos)\
**Post date:** [4 March 2020 10:22 UTC](https://discussion.tekeli.li/t/the-lynch-mob-came-for-rogers-tonsils/540/4 "2020-03-04T10:22:41Z")

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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.