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Used a Domke F2 almost daily for 10+ years and it's a dependable workhorse of a bag. Once you swap out the crappy dividers and get used to the unpadded shoulder strap it's great to use. Has a nice weathered look now since it's been chucked about various countries and floor surfaces over the years. On bigger jobs where I need two bodies and 4+ lenses I'll use a Crumpler for heavy gear and have the Domke filled with stuff I need to hand.
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Just finished Crimetown http://www.crimetownshow.com a 14-parter about a crooked Mob politician in Rhode Island. Gripping stuff with some excellent wiseguy swearing.
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Might be a bit far for you but I've used http://entertheblackbox.co.uk/blackbox/ up here in Edinburgh for years and they are great.
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Got a pair of the Endura Nemos in black and probably the toastiest winter gloves I've tried. Just been out for a frosty 2deg ride and v. impressed. Very grippy palms, not too thick. A word of warning; don't take 'em off mid-[wet]ride. All the delicious warmth disappears quick-smart since they're neoprene. £17 with a cheeky discount.
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Having grown up in Moray, many moons ago I worked as a tour guide at Glenfiddich as a summer job. Mainly awful, but free whisky and access to staff malts was a bonus. Alas, I was a daft 19 year old who knew fuck all about what to buy, so my dad was kept in Balvenie for many a year whilst I bought £12 litre bottles of Goldschläger. I have some juicy behind-the-scenes stories that would help in no way whatsoever but could probably remember most of my tour spiel.
As for pitching, I'd stress the family aspect of Grant's, the Speyside aspect, the rolling heather romanticism of it all. Just avoid the "wild seas/Rapha film" stylings that the Island distilleries adopt as Dufftown is a pretty dull place. As for the whisky itself, maybe emphasize the skill it takes to blend etc. Glenfiddich was always considered the posh cousin to Grant's red-nosed jakey uncle, mainly from the pure malt/single malt angle.
Probably not mention the fact that all kinds of "extra ingredients" went in the mash tuns, particularly after a staff night out.