Rowan Williams would never, ever use the word “gotten” unless quoting an American person verbatim.

Actually, kids today regard e-mail as a quaint way to talk with their grandparents. IM in all its variations are their chosen means of communications.

That was funny stuff. The “fake bourbon” was best, but the Spurs was good too.

I’m awful glad you left our “pin-the-tale-on-Ruth-Gledhill” game at Club Indaba out of the transcript. People might talk.

I could see that actually happening.

Why does the MCJ always demand credit? Every time!

Cheers

You could do this as a Star Trek scene, too. In fact, I just did. Or Hamlet.

No one has seen Ruth Gledhill since she was walled up behind the Times paywall.

Thanks Chris, this is hilarious.

RE: “Actually, kids today regard e-mail as a quaint way to talk with their grandparents.”

Yes — I expect that’s why CJ has *Mark Harris* shoving his way forward to offer his knowledge to the Lambeth Staff on “electronic mail.”

Subtle that. ; > )

I lost my stern composure at Spork & Beanie Weenies.

Captain,

NICE!

Marvelous satire, Chris. Just one wee, niggling nit to pick.

As the resident (formerly Anglican) American whisk(e)y enthusiast, I am compelled to point out that your assertion that all Scotches are “pretty much all the same anyway….” is extraordinarily wide of the mark. Were it not for Gentleman Jack, one other Bourbon whiskey whose name escapes me, and an 18 year old single cask sample I had some years ago, Bourbon flavor profiles are dominated by a corn sugar sweetness which overwhelms the back outer edges of the tongue, leaving all other flavor influences pretty much undetectable.

Canadians are even more indistinguishable, one from the other, with the exception of Crown Royal, which benefits from substantial aging (if you prefer smoothe to vibrant flavors).

In the case of Irish, only the pure pot stills have any signicant variance in flavor profile.

Scotch whisky is a distinctly different beast. In four weekends, I could give a whisk(e)y neophyte a tour of each of the four types in three sittings, (Friday, Saturday & Sunday). Doing the non-Scotches the first three weekends, I would be amazed if the neophyted did not recognize the similarity of each by Sunday, and more likely it would be by Saturday, that he or she would say “this is different, but it is closely related to what I drank last night.” With Scotch, without undue effort at selection on my part, by Sunday they would be very hard pressed indeed to tell that the second or third whiskies were related to the first or each other.

Pax et bonum and Sláinte mhath,

Keith Töpfer
Member Scotch Malt Whisky Society; Friend of Laphroaig; Friend of the Classic Malts; Companion of Aberlour

I think that, in his assertion, Chris was not speaking as himself, but rather in character as a Boorish-American. “Fake bourbon”, for example.

The trouble with Irish whiskey, as with Kentucky/Tennessee bourbon, is that a great deal of the good stuff is still manufactured by clandestine home distilleries. Come the legalization, I suspect that a very rich and idiosyncratic “microstill” tradition will be revealed.

Or as a member of the Alcoholically-Pragmatic(whatever gets the job done)-American community. Either one will work.

For a brief moment, I thought you had the San Antonio Spurs playing Man U — sports mismatch there!

Sarah Dylan Breuer This woymyn has a C.V longer than GHWB and lives with her partner, Karen, a high school teacher, in Boston. She loves playing guitar and ukulele, cooking, and hanging out with her two cats. Is there any wonder that someone with this kind of TEC street cred would be on the Executive Council.

Loved the line for the Captain where he wanted the BCP original edition – you know him well Now off to read Capt. Yips!

Not to quibble on the whisk(e)y, but Jack is Tennessee whiskey. Early Times is Kentucky whisky. Bourbon is something else.

It’s all good, though, and I find it difficult to believe that a proper British host would not have one of the three available.

Point of trivia: Early Times dates back to 1860 but only got big — wait for it — during Prohibition. It seems they got their stuff designated as “medicinal,” so you could get your doc to write a prescription, and you would fill it at the pharmacy, thereby avoiding the rotgut bathtub gin and white lightning that might make you go blind or worse.

(waving madly) I’m still here hey it’s me hi hi oh hi everyone… Oh b****r it u never really liked me anyway I’m off. Now what was it I used to do on Sunday mornings before blogging….?

Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Ruth, we all love ya. We just don’t get a chance to see you very much with that paywall doohickey thing ya got goin’ over there.

You can say “bugger” in this country, by the way. Nobody here knows what it means.

Love Ruth Gledhill? Only as in ‘love your enemies.’ Cannot affirm and approve her, though.

Who can really approve those who believe in, use their influence to promote, take money to speak for the radical pansexualists who place their feelings, wants and ideas above and in opposition to the Scripture, 4000 years of Biblical tradition and plain reason (hard evidence) leading both from and to physical, emotional, relational and spiritual harm?

I have a BIG problem with folks thinking they know better than God, and promoting their wicked destructive way in His Church, especially when they plot and whine to take over His Church to do so.

Ruth,
Slumming?

No one has seen Ruth Gledhill since she was walled up behind the Times paywall.

Perhaps the Times offered her a cask of Amontillado in lieu of salary.

@Dale:

Don’t diss the uke. And my cats are much cuter than I am.

Also, I can neither confirm nor deny the persistent rumor that I was a quadruple or pentuple agent during GHWB’s tenure as CIA director. In any case, all that is behind me.

@MCJ: You were sworn to secrecy about the Lambeth blogger cabal! Shame on you!

SDB,
“Don’t diss the uke.” I didn’t.

SDB,
By the way, as an insider, do you agree that KJS seems to be creating a new model of governance by way of increased power for the PB?

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sarah. I never agreed to anything like that. Oh, wait, wait, wait, I think I figured it out. You guys must have done all that during the plenary session when Griffith and I snuck out and indulged in some of Dr. Williams’ vintage Port and smoked a couple of his Macanudos. That had to have been it. My bad.