British holidaymakers who insist on drinking scotch instead of local
brews, should be warned that they may be courting disappointment and dyspepsia, especially if the price is anything but sky high. They should be quite safe, at least, from falling for a recently marketed Japanese brand, the label of which carries a picture of a white horse, and the line 'Genuine Scotch whisky, Made in Scotland, England.'
An inveterate collector of veteran cars I know bought a quart of pale blue paint, clearly labelled, to freshen up his Bugatti. All was fine and dandy till he. broke the seal, opened the lid, and found inside a solemn dark navy blue.
Back at the paint shop he demanded a re- placement. 'Impossible, sir,' they said. 'We're very sorry, of course, but we cannot change paint over once the seal has been broken.'
Plunging out of the rain recently into one of our more reputable London stores, I hastily, bought an umbrella. Rushing out I opened it up, only to find that the wretched thing had a broken spoke. Reversing straight back to the de- partment, I irately pointed to the fault.
'Well, we can't do much about changing it now,' they said, in eminently reasonable tones. 'You've used it. It's wet.'
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