Like a fish on dry land. Gasping for water. Like a open jaw. Ready for that bite. Like whiskey on the rocks. Slowly melting away.

Just to be clear. I never, ever put ice in my whiskey. A good single malt should be enjoyed at room temperature. Hope you like, subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

• Herring gull
• The band in black
• The Saint
• The old belting factory
• What if