tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post241571540499647484..comments2023-11-12T13:22:30.358+01:00Comments on andrewjshields: Whisky, by Ciaran CarsonAndrew Shieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804655739574694901noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-72142783408210644322009-01-19T22:40:00.000+01:002009-01-19T22:40:00.000+01:00"Turning into an insect overnight? You know what I..."Turning into an insect overnight? You know what I thought when I read that; you thought the same thing after all."<BR/><BR/>No, duh. Do I feel stupid. I thought of "Song from under the floorboards" by Magazine: "By force of habit I am an insect/ I have to admit I'm proud as hell of that fact."<BR/><BR/>And I always understood "blow" as cocaine, not marijuana. Oh well.Donald Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06391024449222256377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-36718379843401433942009-01-19T12:52:00.000+01:002009-01-19T12:52:00.000+01:00Yes, I think you're right; each one brings their o...Yes, I think you're right; each one brings their own claims to the word association. Even still, it's a great evocation of the feeling of whiskey, uisce beatha (the water of life) coursing around the body and especially the brain.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06280161801824435219noreply@blogger.com