December 2008
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whiskey a go-go
A bottle of Bushmills sits forlornly on the tallest shelf in my kitchen cabinet, banished behind the cereal boxes, soup cans and pasta.
For more than two years, it’s gold and red cap has peeked over the cornflakes; a reminder of the days when at the beginning of the evening we greeted each other with a kiss and ended the night with fists.
Once in a while I pour a little into a visitors glass and...