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There is a story in Roald Dahl's Tales of the Unexpected in which someone kills a famous gourmand by pouring the very last bottle of some famous bottle of wine on the ground in front of them, giving them a heart attack at the sight. Literature has a number of examples of this sort of thing; people who want to consume the very rare, the exotic or the unique - from Eat the rich to 2000ad to Against Nature there are stories of gastronomes making great efforts to scoff rare and unusual foodstuffs.
In reality this is harder to acheive than in literature, but there are possibilities. Whilst zoos tend to object if they catch you wandering into the panda enclosure with a napkin and some cutlery, there are some rare - even unique - comestibles that can be gained access to if you're lucky.
Back in the bad old days when I worked for other people, I always used to get a bit resentful of the fancy-dandy jollies which management seemed to get taken on my clients. It was me, I reckoned, who was doing all the work - so why should they get the fun? Of course these days I work for myself and so I haven't had a holiday since 2002 and earn the minumim wage but on the plus side I get invited to the client jollies myself. The other night, I was invited to a particularly nice do by a client who are launching a new product and they wined, dined and got me squiffy in fine style. It was tremendously good fun.
Anyway, I'm going somewhere with this. Back in 1994, the Blandoch distillery in southern Scotland was mothballed and sold with a restrictive covenant prohibiting further production of Whisky, so as you can imagine the stuff is getting harder to come by. In fact, it's just got very hard indeed. When I went out on the other night, there were only a couple of bottles of Blandoch Single Malt 1994 vintage left in the entire world.
And now, my darlings, there aren't any.
*Burp* *
* And jolly nice it was too. I'd recommend you try it, if there was any point in my doing so.
In reality this is harder to acheive than in literature, but there are possibilities. Whilst zoos tend to object if they catch you wandering into the panda enclosure with a napkin and some cutlery, there are some rare - even unique - comestibles that can be gained access to if you're lucky.
Back in the bad old days when I worked for other people, I always used to get a bit resentful of the fancy-dandy jollies which management seemed to get taken on my clients. It was me, I reckoned, who was doing all the work - so why should they get the fun? Of course these days I work for myself and so I haven't had a holiday since 2002 and earn the minumim wage but on the plus side I get invited to the client jollies myself. The other night, I was invited to a particularly nice do by a client who are launching a new product and they wined, dined and got me squiffy in fine style. It was tremendously good fun.
Anyway, I'm going somewhere with this. Back in 1994, the Blandoch distillery in southern Scotland was mothballed and sold with a restrictive covenant prohibiting further production of Whisky, so as you can imagine the stuff is getting harder to come by. In fact, it's just got very hard indeed. When I went out on the other night, there were only a couple of bottles of Blandoch Single Malt 1994 vintage left in the entire world.
And now, my darlings, there aren't any.
*Burp* *
* And jolly nice it was too. I'd recommend you try it, if there was any point in my doing so.
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