Hogmanay. Four of us, maudlin, sprawled over the counter, which suddenly jumps a foot in the air. There's whisky all over the place. Within seconds the bar is empty, apart from the four of us, and Kostas, who wastes no time replenishing our glasses. Kostas is a great barman. He never abandons a customer. Even during an earthquake. He tells us the up and down ones are nothing; it's the side to side ones that are the real bastards.
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