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14.4.09

Planning the waiting room

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Exposed to the scorching desert days and freezing desert nights, waiting for a condemnatorily late train, we urgently need to build a comfortable waiting room.  We sketch some plans, but, before we start building, Juan, rummaging in his breeches, finds a flask of Vintage Braes of Glenlivet Special Reserve and shouts halleluiah.  I point out that some Christians think it is disrespectful to use that word at this time of year.  Juan says that, as he’s not a Christian, it doesn’t matter, and that any deity that condemns enthusiastic praise for the God-given ability to appreciate Vintage Glenlivet is an odd, miserable, God who should be ignored.  I say that I didn’t think the ultimate creator was particularly bothered, but, I remind Juan, this is Easter time so, to make up for any disrespect Juan may have shown, we break open barrels of Vintage Knockando, Glen Moray, Caol lla, Braes of Glenlivet, Fettercairn and Caperdonich Private Reserve and spend the weekend wildly celebrating.

Now, looking forward to starting building the waiting room, but savagely sick and undefeasibly behind schedule, we drag ourselves around in puzzled circles, as fast as we possibly can.

Professor Humperdink’s Diary