I had a strange, whisky-induced dream last night: I was in a cow shed with a farmer friend of mine, and drank water from a rusty old ladel, realising it would give me a sore throat. When I woke up, I had a humdinger of a sore throat.

Less sceptical people than myself would say that I'd had a premonition; I say that I developed a sore throat during the night, which I then incorporated into my dream.

How do you manage to get a sore throat after drinking whisky?

Filed under: Nonsense

Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

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