Description: From Glasgow to Edinburgh and across Loch Ness it is well known. You got your Highlands, Lowlands, Islays, Speysides and Campbeltowns. Any old whiskey just won’t do. Come the day’s end, happy hour, or a cocktail party, your liquor of choice must be Scotch. It must be from Scotland. It must be Scottish. Scotch Rocks!
Description: We go to sleep every night to the soothing sound of a police detective interrogating an extremely cunning woman about where she buried the body parts of her late husband. It’s her! My wife, I mean. True crime murder mysteries are her lullaby. But they make me incredibly nervous.
Description: We go to sleep every night to the soothing sound of a police detective interrogating an extremely cunning woman about where she buried the body parts of her late husband. It’s her! My wife, I mean. True crime murder mysteries are her lullaby. But they make me incredibly nervous.
Description: Is it hot in here or is it just me? Oh, yeah. It’s me, charter member of The Society of Trophy Husbands. We represent the greatest achievements of our wives. We are out here as arm candy, to reflect well on our better halves. Then, when the night is done, we are returned to the family room shelf until we are dusted off again.