Astonishingly few readers of blogs also comment on them. So while we appreciate all of our readers, we are especially grateful to those who join in the fun and leave their wise and witty remarks; comments really are the lifeblood of any decent blog.
At The Dabbler we’re blessed with an exceptionally good bunch of commenters and now we’d like to give something back to you.
Every month we’ll be awarding a bottle of the wonderful Glengoyne single malt 10-year old whisky to the maker of our favourite comment.
The winner will be chosen by the Dabblers in a non-scientific sort of way. It could be profound, silly, brilliant or plain nuts. And this isn’t about dishing out rewards to a supposed clique – anyone can win, so if you’ve not commented before, do jump in: the water’s lovely and nobody will bite.
Alas, terms and conditions apply – in particular, to win the whisky you’ll have to be 18 or over and have a delivery address in the mainland UK (or, even better, be able to collect from London or Bristol!)
We’ll email the winner using the address you enter in the email field when commenting.
First!
Don’t send me any whisky. I’m no fun and certainly neither wise and witty nor subtle or complex.
I can’t imagine what I would do with a bottle of whisky. Especially one as nice as this.
(Will this do, Ed? It’s post-modern ironic.)
Is it still post-modern ironic if you have to explain that it is, though?
Self-reflexivity is very po-mo, so spot on there Ian.
I stand corrected.
So do I actually get the whisky then?
Damned unfair!
I’m stuck over here in the land of bourbon and therefore clearly need a bottle of bloody good malt more than any of you!
Bourbon isnt a drink anyway, its a biccy!
Excuse the excess of exclamations! I’m annoyed!
If I said that I was under 18 would that qualify as a porkie or simply the meanderings of one so aged that any number less than 60 acts as the trigger, the psychiatrist said that one certain cure would be a bottle of whisky, won in a competition. Could you honestly live with yourselves after denying a poor deranged creature his succour.
PS.. Melrose, that’s mainland UK, right?
I’m interested in this “supposed clique”.
Can anyone join?
Anyone can join, but initiation requires drinking a bottle of Smokehead Extra Black. (Greatly enjoying the book, by the way.)
In one go, or can you spin it out?
Being neither clever nor witty, I am actually neither clever or witty.
However, I was at the Pentagon for three years, so my suckup skills are nearly unsurpassed.
I’ll be happy to deploy them for proper consideration.
By the way, are those utterly brilliant glasses, sublime in both grace and graphics, available yet?
I drove by the Pentagon for the first time last week, I was in DC for a few days to see the Pogues.
Impressive from the air for sure but its awfully dull from the Interstate. I was truely underwhelmed.
I can reveal at this stage that the glasses will be available for overseas Dabblers, and that lots of exciting things will be coming from April.
Who is this April? I’d like to know more about her exciting things.
Oh goody. I can drink my bloody bourbon out of one then.
Dear Sirs,
I´m from Sweden and you can not believe the state of weather in this country. We´ve had snow and cold since late October, the streets are therefore filled with peoples tears (which of course makes it even worse) and we only get Guardian on Sundays .
Need to get drunk. Have offspring whom I can send to England in April.
Damn good effort.
Knowing the swedes, they’ve probably got really stylish canoes to paddle around their streets of tears in
Canoes, alas we should be so lucky – the tears turn into ice immediately, haven´t seen anything floating around at all since September 2010. We survive thanks to ice cleats, downcoats and keeping a stiff overlip ( talking is not an option). A little (or in my case, a lot) single malt whisky might just do the trick and keep those polar bears away from the streets.