A moment of jamais vu as I drove to work in the dark this morning along the Burton Latimer by-pass. A crescent moon suspended by celestial silk above a mountain range which does not exist led to a feeling of dislocation, like travelling through a foreign land. It was a trick of the darkness, conspiring with the clouds to create a landscape of geographical magnificence, rather than the open fields of Northamptonshire which normally unfold before me.
With this in mind…
Alcohol Info Shots #5
Moonshine is known as poteen in Ireland and samogon in Russia.
If you are impressed by this segue, you are not alone – it took me by surprise too.
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The Frothy Filosofer 