Whiskey in the jar
Hello friends. It’s been a while, right? I could apologise for my extended hiatus from spewing forth into this webular blog, but quite honestly I have no excuses other than laziness and inertia, and any apology would be frankly, insincere. Anyhow.
When I was a hazy 16 year old, I hung with a group of friends who mainly partook in playing football in the park, obtaining ’teenths of draw at the lowest possible cost (or ideally on tic), and cracking open cans of Tennents in someone’s living room. Typically after their parents had gone out for the night - and listening to CDs and watching MTV. You know - back when it actually played music.