I am currently attending a Whisky event in Glasgow.
Yesterday, I sampled at least nineteen whiskies in just under six hours.
This was not respectful to the wonderful whiskies I tried towards the end of the day, and it was not respectful to my body and mind, both of which are wracked with pain today.
Somehow, I managed to keep tasting notes for all (or at least, the first nineteen) whiskies I tried.
Okay, so the last few notes appear to be in Japanese, or to have been written by a man in the throes of an epileptic fit, but they exist nonetheless.
None of this is big or clever.
But since it marks the height of maturity compared to the juvenile behaviour on the boys' weekend trip to Amsterdam which just preceded this, I'm just glad to be heading in the right direction.
Which is towards painkillers, obviously.