Little Westminster

A pub nearby was made available for Michael, who said I needed to endure for God. He spoke to me often during the meet, he always does when in the company of lurid spirits he says. A bell chimed over & over to irritate every time his speech was 'wrong' & he complained about massive outnumbering at close quaters. A man in Scottish dress leaned at the bar & was noisey. Michael said afterward that he'd had my drink spiked so that the cost of the pint produced threefold.

I need the chemical produced for fuit juice alcohol until production is full. This is a pleasant Whiskey. What spices? I taste Aniseed.