And touting their V for their victory over your air defences in the path of your upturned gaze! The outrage!
"touting"? I may have meant brandishing or flaunting. (My son supplied me with some Islay malt prior to his departure and so my Andrew's mind is somehatishy befuddled)
...."w".... and in drunken defiance of The Don I offer you a :)) to close with :)
A fine Islay malt it was, obviously. Which one?
Tsk. The demon in the drink has, I fear, ruined a fine mind.
Fear not, dear Don. The dose makes the – demon.