Distill life....

Today, we went up north for a wander round some distilleries, and lunch on a hotel balcony overlooking the glorious Tay.

Not too far from us, a lady was furiously puffing away on cigarette after cigarette, clearly irritating the diner at the next table. Eventually, it all became too much for him, and he asked her if she'd mind not smoking, because the smell was ruining his meal.

She gave him a look that would have curdled milk, and said "Well would you mind not eating, because the smell of your lunch is ruining my fag!"

She was Glaswegian.

He decided not to argue....