Till then - *** COVID!!!
That may be.
However, it is also true that Keanu rhymes with "spray-on glue," an example of which is depicted below.
Yes, I intend to use the product to apply leather patches to a sport jacket with a hole in one sleeve, since it has become clear to me that stitching by hand through suede leather is beyond my patience and, indeed, endurance.
Trust me, it's fine.

I hope one day we can have a really good taste test of differing whiskies in person and drink each other under the table... I'm sure we can discuss piano as well.
Yeah, I'd drink whiskey or whisky with you any day. I'm indiscriminate that way! I've known a couple of people who lived in Perth IRL and they were OK, although bit of lightweights as far as drinking goes. Inoffensive chaps, anyway.
In fact, that's more or less what the thread has "evolved" into, anyway.
You've been forewarned, though: although I do not wear a clown's costume, and am not actually a psychotic killer (yet), I'm in the habit of carrying a rosary in a pocket, along with a copy of the latin versicles and responses, and the appropriate rosary incantations, which I sometimes like to recite to improve my memory.
And possibly to attempt to cast out the demons from those whom I judge to be evil. Don't worry, I do it on myself all the time: it's harmless.
Although not very effective!
The day or evening might end poorly, but there would likely not be any fisticuffs, nor other unfortunate incidents. Feats of strength and incredibly crude, vulgar, abusive language is a guarantee, though.
And I have been known to enjoy a bit of sparring with fists, just for fun. No wrestling, though, nude or otherwise. Clothing stays on. I insist!
You can show me how to play snooker properly, and for my part, I'll introduce you to the subtle art of losing at 14.1 continuous at the pocket billiards table.

EDIT:
However, don't think I've gone soft in regard to my admiration for the nuances available in Irish whiskies, just because I have an interest in some of the Islay smoke monsters.
Far from it.
I'd put my latest acquisition, The Quiet Man, up against anything in terms of a tempered bite beneath a mellow character.
It's also the name of an OK movie, which I'm fairly sure predates the establishment of this particular whiskey.
OK, perhaps the glass could do with a bit of cleaning, but obviously I'm not running an up-to-code commercial establishment or public house at my place. It's fine. And don't trouble yourself about the slight mess: it's fine.
