It’s a dim memory, I must admit. It involves being in a bar (one of many that evening) in the small hours of the morning, listening to Heaven Up Here by Echo and the Bunnymen. The bar may or may not have been finished in pine.

And it involves a sporadic and lengthy argument, in that dogmatic way that drunks have, about which was the better spirit: vodka or whisky.

My conclusion was that whisky is a drink for drinkers. And vodka is a drink for drug-takers.

Me?
I prefer vodka.
Make of that what you will.