I think I have mentioned before that the region of my birth has been of inestimable value in both my social and professional life. People want to talk to me because I was born in Campbeltown ergo Springbank and have been to Islay ergo you know what I mean.
Tonight I am invited to a very swish do at a restaurant called Blanc. Very well heeled Japanese group of about 15 people. I am the only non Japanese. We eat magnificently on lots of stuff notably roasted Hiroshima oysters.
Everyone is very welcoming but my lack of Japanese restricts my conversation to ” I don’t want a plastic bag.”, “I live in Yomitan.”, “Where is the toilet?” and such. This until I blurt, “Scotulandu jin desu” which seems to mean “I come from Scotaland.”
From nowhere a bottle of 15 year old Laphroaig appears. I explain that I know Islay and Laphroaig reminds me of my Mother. Howls of joy and wonder. We slit our palms and press our hands together as blood brothers and sisters.
As I blast home on Big Red a huge shooting star blazes across the sky. Good evening with great people.