and the scottish menfolk in general are regarded as the yardstick against which "reasonable" is measured - and they must be resident within the kingdom.
Just re-read this, and it brings a wee memory to my mind.... My late father , Jock the great, was a prolific Whisky drinker of note.... and I mean prolific, 21 one day benders in his old age were not uncommon....
I have always been a beer drinker, hence the reason for me wide girth of note.... I do embark on journey's of self discovery when consuming the water of life and only started the habit sometime in my mid 30's..... well turns out I have the Genes of a whisky drenched family tree..... one day, a very good friend of mine gave me a bottle of White Horse, not your average bottles, but them 3 lt monsters, been lying in his garage for years.... in fact he did'nt want the Whisky, just the empty bottle returned....
Needless to say, I spent a late Sunday evening drinking this said whisky with two mates.... I enjoyed it.... magic! Braw! Befok! About 4 hours into the session, this Moose was on a rocket, man! i like the stuff, found out much to my amusement, that I could drink buckets of the stuff, be in a good place and still stand, my two mates on the other hand.... falling here there and everywhere.... I could have partied for two days thereafter....
Recounting the tale to my Da, he was not amused, informed me that it was very wrong of me to expect normal folk to keep pace with us when we drink whisky and that next time I should respect my mates and not let them drink the same quantities that we do....
Lesson learnt....