Comments on: Give a Little Whistle (and do your homework)

By: niall

niall — Sun, 09 Mar 2008 23:05:05 +0000

Nay, plastick!

By: David

David — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 11:13:48 +0000

It’ll have to be a spill proof plastic skull and a straw if the plan to wear the masks comes off.

A pumpkin mask just makes things difficult.

By: fústar

fústar — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 23:25:26 +0000

Niall,

That’s how I drink all my wine anyway. Doesn’t everybody?

By: niall

niall — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:14:56 +0000

“You can if you buy them in Tesco.”

Zing!

“Can Bull’s Blood promise this dual functionality?”

Fústar, with one lick of the Bull’s Blood, preferably from a plastic {nay, plastick!} skull with a useful handle on both sides and a spill-proof top, your night terrors, be they delirium tremens or the symptoms of acute toxicity, are guaranteed.

By: copernicus

copernicus — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 20:36:33 +0000

“My brother-in-law claims that fairtrade products just don’t have the same kick. You can’t taste the suffering and exploitation…”

You can if you buy them in Tesco.

By: fústar

fústar — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:28:15 +0000

I’ve taken a gamble on a bottle of Fairtrade wine I found in Tesco yesterday.

This group is not merely composed of lovers of a good scare. We’re ethically sound too!

My brother-in-law claims that fairtrade products just don’t have the same kick. You can’t taste the suffering and exploitation…

By: Sinéad

Sinéad — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:21:40 +0000

I’ve taken a gamble on a bottle of Fairtrade wine I found in Tesco yesterday. Hope it’s not as dastardly as the story itself.

By: fústar

fústar — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:19:46 +0000

Bull’s Blood, eh? Sounds delish.

Another requirement is that it can both enhance the sublime terrors we’ll all be experiencing/discussing AND allow us all a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Can Bull’s Blood promise this dual functionality?

By: niall

niall — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 00:05:24 +0000

The Hungarian Egri Bikaver {Bull’s Blood} stands as my absolute favorite cheapish red wine, m’lud. It’s on the drier side, very tart, stands up well to food and rewards drinking on an empty stomach with feelings of infinite cheer and police-baiting recklessness, followed by the kind of emptiness only the Germans have a word for, as far as I know.

I’m partial to a barleywine for this. I’ll have to pick some up this weekend in Dublin.