Thread: Happy Easter - Christ is Risen

dats the one it looms over the stairway, fabulous

Christ of Saint John of the Cross is a painting by Salvador Dalí made in 1951 which is in the collection of the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow.

^Crucifixion is no laughing matter. I have been 1/4 crucified myself having stood on a rusty nail that went right through my foot and scuppered my plans to go and visit KGBGF while she was travelling overseas in 2015.

I still have the nail as a memento.

Originally Posted by Looper

I still have the nail as a memento.

On the kitchen table together with all the other junk?

^This is it. Nasty rusty fooker. I have still got the stigmata mark on the sole of my right foot where it went in.

Easter weekend took an autumnal turn today as a scattering of broken clouds wove a tapestry backdrop for a lakeside picnic with a lady from somewhere near Shanghai who taught me lots of bird names in Chinese.

The racy red calipers on her 7th Gen G20 330i M Sport were throwing shade on my Volvo so she let me sit behind the wheel to cheer me up.

She even offered to sell it to me when she upgrades - I suspect this was out of charity/pity for my unracy wagon

^Nice one D44

I partake of Drambuie quite often, maybe once a month, as it is one of my favourite liqueurs. But I have not had a rusty nail since I was whipper-nipper

The first time I ever got drunk (at the tender age of 14) was on a micky (mixture) which was mostly Drambuie and a bunch of other stuff concocted from my parents drinks cabinet and taken to a teenage pre-party warm-up soiree held in a graveyard.

Getting throwing up drunk on the mighty D did not have the customary effect of putting me off it for life, but instead made it my 2nd most favourite all time drink (after Licor43 which I discovered in the Canaries about 14 years later)

Originally Posted by Looper

The first time I ever got drunk (at the tender age of 14) was on a micky (mixture) which was mostly Drambuie and a bunch of other stuff concocted from my parents drinks cabinet

That brings back a memory so vividly it could be yesterday. I'll always blame my big sister for my drink problem, she was the one that unlocked the family drinks cabinet when my parents were out partying one night. It was one of those incredibly exciting nights when two girls and a boy ended up horribly intoxicated and the parents never knew.

Drambuie was my Mothers favourite, so I remember that. Martini Rosso, and Cinzano were also there but I don't recall what else we poured into our glasses. I do know we were completely out of our heads in no time at all and slept most of the night on the stairs trying to get to bed.

Slivovitz.........

Those three lost Buddhist monks got the ball rolling and here we are.

Originally Posted by Looper

The first time I ever got drunk (at the tender age of 14) was on a micky (mixture) which was mostly Drambuie and a bunch of other stuff concocted from my parents drinks cabinet and taken to a teenage pre-party warm-up soiree held in a graveyard.

A micky is a much better name. They were known as a Donkey's Bollox when I was 14. A big mix of everything from someone's parent's drink's cabinet.