1) Gaelic. Water of Life. A fine, alcoholic drink consumed all around the world. Legend has it that it was first distilled when a pot boiled, the resulting condensation being found to taste rather nice.
All I can say is Yeuch!

Anglophone's have bastardised the name into Whisky (or Whiskey if your tipple comes from Ireland, America or Glen Fujiyama), and have taken to adding ice, coke and many other horrible things to it.

2) And the reason for writing this, A public house on Woodlands Road, Glasgow, Scotland.

There are many things I like about this pub such as the beer (they have Fraoch on tap), the quality of drinkers (runs the full range from beardy CAMRA members, through wonky students to besuited office types), the range of Whisky, the two bars, the decor (bucking the current trend to totally revamp every couple of years, Uisge Beatha has evolved over the years to the point where no two chairs are alike and one wall now sports a painting of that wall, which looks remarkably similar), the small, cozyness of it's four rooms and the copy of "In Darkest Africa" by Stanley to be found on the bookshelf at the top end.

Things I don't like are the way the third room (facing into town) becomes impossible to navigate by ten o'clock on a Friday, the dissappearence of Gillespies (yet they keep the mirror to taunt us) and their habit of closing off the top room for parties which I am not invited to.

These things are forgiven due to the fact they have never barred me or thrown me out, despite the fact that one of the paintings distinctly says "Ack" on it, due to writing in Whisky on it once.

One of my friends was thrown out, but that was because he tried to have sex with the wooden Indian on his stag night.

All in all it is a grand pub, even if it does look a bit like a prison from the outside.

Well, used to. They have now put up a sign to say it is a pub, which somewhat ruins the image.

I am not the only one to enjoy this particular establishment, here be more