Whiskey and 50

After a brutal campaign in Wan Chai this weekend, I was wondering why the hangovers seem to be getting worse. Could it be my age? After a hour googling the internet in an attempt to get some useful information on hangovers and the effect of booze on old men, I came across this quote from Faulkner and decided to do nothing.

There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.

Professor

10 Responses to “Whiskey and 50”


  1. 1 Rene July 8, 2008 at 12:53 pm

    A famous philosopher once said: I drink, therefore I am.

    So I think it’s OK for you to keep drinking, unless you want to stop being an am.

  2. 2 yipperdee July 8, 2008 at 12:54 pm

    well, I guess when you get old there’s not much left to look forward to, so if booze is all ya got, then better make it a double!!!

  3. 3 richard July 8, 2008 at 12:56 pm

    let me tell you about the effect of booze on my old man – damn thing won’t get hard… not even the slightest rise… not even in the expert hands of one of those Thai ladyboys in Soi Cowboy…

  4. 4 wendy July 8, 2008 at 12:57 pm

    well, I think it’s really nice that a gentleman your age knows how to use things like computers and the internet – good for you!

  5. 5 counselor July 8, 2008 at 1:00 pm

    Friend, take it from me, no good will come of all that drinking. You should enroll in a 12 step programme, join AA, or something. Jesus might’ve liked a little wine with his fish, but he taught us that moderation is good, and to stay away from the hard stuff. But I doubt your drunken old legs will carry you more than 6 steps!

  6. 6 aggie July 8, 2008 at 1:02 pm

    why does someone always have to bring Jesus into it…?!

  7. 7 chub July 8, 2008 at 1:08 pm

    My father was an alcoholic. Some people call it a disease, but I don’t think it is, or at least it wasn’t for my Dad. He used to have a whale of a time, especially at family gatherings, hitting the vodka (sometimes craftily concealed in a mineral water bottle) and falling all over the place. Once, at Thanksgiving, after an argument with my Uncle Pete, he dropped his pants and underwear and started rooting the half-carved turkey, shouting “NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL STUFFING”!! Everyone was pretty horrified, and no more turkey was eaten that day, but looking back it was pretty funny. And Dad lived until the ripe old age of 54, which isn’t a bad run all things considered.

  8. 8 brian the snail July 10, 2008 at 1:36 pm

    Chub – great story about the Thanksgiving Turkey… my parents are vegetarians, and tea-total too… but I can just imagine pops sticking it to a couple of nut cutlets! ride on…

  9. 9 counselor July 10, 2008 at 1:38 pm

    To Aggie: “someone always brings Jesus into it” because Jesus is everywhere, all around us! You can’t escape the fact that you will burn in HELL.

  10. 10 aggie July 16, 2008 at 2:51 am

    Counselor, why don’t you go peddle your bible bashing mumbo jumbo some other place?! Hell is already here on earth, having to listen to jerks like you!


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