Happiness Ratings

[Northender]

Does 'up to 11' not ring any bells?

[ferneyhoughgeliebte]

Does 'up to 11' not ring any bells?

Understood, Norths!

[mangerton]

Quite a coincidence as I sit here with a small tot of Highland Park at me elbow. Not one I usually choose but it was £6 off at the Coopie.

I learned the trade in the 18th Hole in Torry . Can't find any mention of it - has it closed down?

Oops! I think it might have been the 19th Hole Still can't find it though.

Don't know of an eighteenth in Aberdeen, ff, but there's a Nineteenth Hole Hotel in Carnoustie, which of course is an Open venue.

[mangerton]

But, it tastes, vile, Like, dead seaweed? And, they like to to, I dunno, think this loadsa load something is worth paying £75 a bottle for? For something that tastes of, peat and water? Does it really, like, have, supernatural powers, this malt whiskey>

I think you must have tried or been given one of the Islay malts like Laphroaig. They are very much an acquired taste. Try a Speyside malt like The Macallan or Glenfiddich and see what you think.

[Northender]

Understood, Norths!

[Mary Chambers]

Isn't this a thread about Happiness Ratings? That's what the title says.

[mangerton]

Isn't this a thread about Happiness Ratings? That's what the title says.

Well it is....

Here are the words of a music-hall song sung by Will Fyffe just after the price of the commodity we're discussing was increased.

Twelve And A Tanner A Bottle
(MacKenzie / Will Fyffe)

Chorus:
It's twelve and a tanner a bottle
That's what it's costin' today
Twelve and a tanner a bottle
Man it tak's a' your pleasure away
Afore ye can hae a wee drappie
You have to spend a' that you've got
How can a fella be happy
When happiness costs such a lot

It's really high time something is done
To alter the way the country is run
They're no daein' things the way that they should
Just take for instance the price of the food

There's taxes on this, taxes on that
While the people grow lean, the officials grow fat
You have to admit it's a bit underhand
Puttin' a tax on the breath of the land

I used to meet old pals o' mine
When whisky was cheap, went doon like wine
Noo I don't see them I'm sorry to tell
I slip roon' the corner and drink by masel'