About 40years ago I had a job in Singapore. Walking from the office one day I turned a corner and coming the other way was a guy in a kilt. The only thing that I had time to say was that he was looking good. I think it put a little extra spring in his step. Then at the hotel I was staying at there was a guy in full evening dress. Started to talk with him and found out he was pushing Loch Fyne oysters. When I asked how fresh they were he said that they were just flown in that morning. They sure were good, ate several dozen. Of course I washed them down with several drams o the good stuff. Thank goodness for expense account.
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