Sae I’m aff tae Austria in a few days. Ah huv made sure a' th' necessary stuff is gonna git taken care o' 'ere at th' distillery 'n' ah knoo ah huv left it in guid hauns. Ah spent a' o' yesterday makin sure ah hud a' mah stuff 'n' ah huv everything set oot in mah room duin tae be packed. Wur gonna heid tae Innsbruck foremaist 'n' gang tae Axamer Lizum 'n' Stubaier Glacier. They ur twa sick spots wi' a lot o' open space 'n' alsoo a' lot a’ tight rock shoots tae tear up.

Can’t wait tae hit up thoos après ski parties either. Enjoyin a few brews efter a hard day o' ridin is yin o' th' best hings in th' world! 'N' talkin tae th' cute Austrian ski bunnies ain’t sae ill either…

In case ony o' ye readers wur curious, sometime ah dae a little snowboarding in mah kilt! Here’s a picture tae gie ye an idea o' whit that micht look lik'. Noo th' fella in th' picture isn’t me bit ye git th' idea. It's tons o' fin! 'n' th' Scots birds loue it! (birds as in guid leekin ladies in case ye didn’t catch that) Haha! Cheers.

Huv ony o' ye ever bin tae Austria? Noo that’s a beautiful country. Nae quite as beautiful as Scootlund, bit it's close. Th' best snowboarding ah huv ever dane haes bin in Austria. Ah huv gaen thare mair times than ah kin count 'n' each time a'm blown awa' by th' mountains. Ah stairted snowboarding thare whin ah wis in hiegh school. Yin o' mah mates’ parents wur frae thare 'n' thay used tae gang back 'n' stay wi' thair relatives 'n' go skiing. They’d invite me tae go wi' thaim 'n' ah did, juist aboot every single time thay invited me ah wis thare. This popped intae mah heid cause ah planned ah trip wi' a couple o' mah best buds awhile ago 'n' it's comin up real quick. A'm mad excited fur it. It's gonna be awesome!

Ah weint doon tae th' Nevis Range th'day tae dae some practicing in th' Pairk. Ah concentrated mostly oan rails bit did a few wee kickers tae git aff th' rails fur awhiel. Ah pulled a nasty trick ah huv bin tryin fur sometime noo. A switch 270 tae backslide doon a box rail. 'twas prettay gnarly, ah huv tae say! Th' waither wis dope tae! Sun wis shining a' day 'n' 'twas aboot -4C outdoors, which is perfect shreddin waither. Fur ye readers nae familiar wi' Scootlund (shame oan you!), Ben Nevis is th' tallest ben in Scotland 'n' th' ski area is doon yin pairt o' th' range it's in. I’ll throw some picters up tae shaw ye a' whit kind o' skiing 'n' shreddin Scootlund haes tae offer. (There’s some free advert fur ye bastards!)

Sae ah weint up tae see Mr. Hunter oan Friday. Ah talked tae him fur a guid twa hours afore finally convincing him tae gimme anither chance. He gave me a lecture aboot how ah needed tae be mair responsible aboot payin’ him 'n' how mah faither wid ne'er huv let this happen, blah blah blah. Ah mean, ah understaind ah huv tae be mair responsible wi' this shyte, bit he's git tae realize ah haven't bin daein' this fur gey lang ‘n’ tae cut me some slack. Noo, ah didn’t say this tae him bit ah wis thinking it. Anyway, ah wis glad tae huv worked that oot sae ah decided tae celebrate a wee bit. Gathered up th' baise’ 'n' weint oot drinkin’ at Murph's cousin's pub. We maun huv drank twa cases o' McEwan's before moving oan tae th' whiskey. We hud that steid rockin lik' a'maist ne'er before. Ah say a'maist because ah think th' time we ran up ‘a’ 300 quid tab plus 500 in damages takes th’ prize. Fuckin’ ell’, thas’ ah story ah huv tae tell ye someday. A'richt, gotta gang check th' spirit safe 'n' see how close tae 67% we ur fur th' spirit wine. Hmm, ah didn’t think aboot this before mibbie ah wull stairt writing aboot th' process o' Scotch distilling oan mah blog 'ere. Wid ye readers be interested in that?

Weel, ah huv gotten myself intae a wee bit o' shyte. A'm glad mah faither isn’t around tae see it fur if he wis, he’d lay intae me guid wi' some choice words. Mah faither worked extremely hard tae pat th'gither a strong business kinship wi' yin o' th' best barley farmers in a' th' Hielands, Andrew Hunter. Mr. Hunter nae ainlie grows some o' th' best barley, bit he does it extremely efficiently 'n' therefore th' cost per bushel is a lot lower then some o' th' poorer quality barleys ither distilleries buy. Whin mah faither passed awa', Mr. Hunter 'greed tae continue supplying me exclusively. Noo, 'ere is whaur ah mucked up a bit. We git five bushels o' barley at th' beginnin’ o' eich’ month, which we turn intae malted barley oorselves. Alang wi' th' barley, Mr. Hunter sends th' bill, which in th' paist, mah faither ahlwais’ sent oot within ane or twa days o' getting’ it. Ye blokes kin likelie guess whaur this ends up. In mah ain laziness 'n' stupidity ah huv bin late paying th' bill th' lest three times. Noo a'm goosed. Mr. Hunter sent a letter alang wi' this lest bill ‘n’ shipment saying 'twas oor lest yin 'n' he wis gaun tae be gang elsewhere wi' his barley, somewhere that cuid pay him in a timely manner. Whit th' bugger am ah gonna dae? Ah huv tae go’ see him. Ah huv tae talk tae him face tae face 'n' git him tae change his mynd. If ah lose him as ah’ supplier I’m screwed.

Fuckin’ ell. I’m tellin’ ya, I may haff ta be firin’ Murph prettay soon. He keeps showin’ up ta wirk hung-over frae th’ night before. I’m really doin’ em a favor lettin’ em wirk ‘ere. Maist o' whit he’s doin’ cuid be dane by myself or yin o' th' ither guys. Problem is, th’ guy is one o’ mah mates and I huv known him sin we wur kids. Firin’ th' poor bastard wid pish him aff guid, bit thare wid be a lot less screw ups at the distillery. A'll be thinking this yin thro' ower a tumbler o' mah 27 year aged batch o' whiskey th' neist couple o' nights, thas’ fur sure.