Hard work on Christmas Eve but someone has to do it. So Gordon and myself stepped up to the plate.
After a long overdue catchup lunch, and I do mean a long lunch - luscious venison washed down with an excellent GSM at a fancy bistro - we sat down in the park to enjoy a punch short de punch fresh off the boat.
In spite of what it says on the label it was packing a fair heft, the vigour of its youth shining through in all its woody might. So woody it was hard to see it from the trees - woods, oak, teak, mahogany and of course cedar (to which you might ask, does the pope $hit in them woods? To which another may answer, no, because the bear is not a Catholic, but considers it an oecumenical matter). Enjoyable but needs a wee bit of age right now to open up and "richen up", as this all a bit linear right now.
In any case, the repartee was sparkling, the wit scintillating, the banter divine, the Christmas shopping cut suitably short, and the company not half bad either, God bless a catchup with a good mate.
