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?