I was once on a junket in Mexico and was taken to a magnificent whorehouse in Acapulco where I ordered a Scotch and Canada Dry with a small but perfectly formed Mexican temptress on the side.
A full bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label duly appeared carried by the dusky-skinned stunner.
That,inevitably,is all I can remember of the evening.
I hope I didn't let the side down.