Rum, Sodomy and the lash…without the sodomy or lash

I decided last night that a drink was called for. Rum. I do like a good quality rum, its something that my grandfather used to drink but he was a salty sea-dog and rum coarsed through his veins.
Of course being a rather down at heel sort at present Aldi rum is my unfortante poison at present. One gulp of it and one can empathise with how the pontiff must feel when he kisses the tarmac on arrival.
The aftertaste is something of bug spray. Needless to say I had 4 large ones before watching the rather excellent ‘psychoville 2’ series that is on at present.