At what point does this hobby become an obsession?
I was watching a DVD of Downfall last night, a German film with English subtitles set in Hitler's bunker in May 1945.
In the film a German female was reading out a letter to a male relative (Frau Goebbels to a son perhaps?). She was listing the things she was sending him. My attention was distracted from the screen when I heard the word "Tabac". My first thought was, "Would that shaving product been available then?"
A quick glance at the screen established that the lady was sending ...
I fear no woman: except my wife, her sister and their mother!
An occasional user of straights; A Friend of Laphroaig, A Guardian of The Glenlivet and possessed of a keen appreciation for all Single Malt Whiskies.