so what’s to say about toby? we were drinking some real irish cream ale – kilkenny. i expected guinness but it came different. in between we drank a glass of glenfiddich, 15 years old (as far as i can remember) which wasn’t very good for my sore throat. i know, there is an 64 years old glenfiddich from 1937 but it wasn’t on the menu that night.
right. so days are rapidly passing away and i’m concerned whether i’m doing the right thing….does it matter at all? it’s weird, life is what you make out of it. it’s all about choices.