A wee dram or glass of something will make you live for ever (well almost).

I'm interested in your views concerning a discussion I've been having with my dear little couz, Joanna..

Our grandmothers (McLeod sisters born in East London in the early 1900's) swore by their wee dram every evening. In fact, one of their brothers was nicknamed Nippy (which may not be coincidental). Mine ended up living to the ripe old age of 99 with all her whits about her until the last few years, and Joanna's, now 91 still insists upon her whistle wetter of brandy every evening. I'm taking their word for it.. So who needs more proof than that I ask you?!

My gran was known to become the heart and soul of the party at times in her latter years, often photographed at family Xmas doos with decorative balls from the Xmas tree hanging from her ears, whilst doing the Highland Fling.  Much to the encouragement of us grand-kids of course, and scorn of her rather embarrassed daughters (my mother being one). 

Sadly, the old duck got into trouble at her retirement village in her early 90's, because she was sharing a "little glass of sherry" every evening with some ol' bloke she fancied.  His family were up in arms when they heard of this.  Apparently he was a 'recovering alcoholic' and they thought it bad for his health. Poor bugger.  To make matters worse however, they confiscated my gran's sherry just in case she continued to entice the old fella, which I think was rather mean spirited (no pun intended). I think that was the beginning of the end for her..  Had I known at the time, I would have snuck in a hip-flask on occasion.

So the question is, do you swear by a wee dram or a glass of something each night for your health and sanity, and if so I'm interested to know what (not how much)?  I like to know the company I keep you know...

Payway to Heaven..

Following a comment by a very close mate of mine, who surprisingly (for many) is a church minister in Australia, discussing the issue of tickets for a Hillsong Church event in Sydney, I couldn't help but comment..

I find it rather interesting that one has to actually win tickets, or even need tickets for that matter to visit 'God's house', and sing to him and go down on one's knee for him. Actually I don't really find it strange. Some things never change in the world of 'religion economics'.. When did you ever see a poor Bishop or evangelical church franchise owner..? 'Payway' to Heaven..

The poor and naive are easy targets for the unscrupulous, no matter the banner under which they operate. Promises of Nirvana without a decent brochure, is a bit like investing in a Ponzi Pyramid Scheme with promises of unbelievable returns. Incidentally, I believe they've found Jesus in Aussie (and it appears that he did marry Mary after-all - now that Paul's stopped fibbing about his heterophobia). That should be a relief to many who've been hoping he'd pop by for nearly 2000 years! Looking forward to saying Hello-loo-ya Mate myself, when I next get over there.  Wonder if he has a flock of happy sheep..?