Comments on: The Flaming Squirrel: A Mixological Remembrance

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:43:02 +0000

Flashbacks-R-Us.

(Damn. At last. After all these years. The name for my archival consultancy.)

By: Phil Bebbington

Phil Bebbington — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:32:12 +0000

Sheila: That sounds perfect…the recreation of the scene would be easy then…no fear of injury…although to be in that close a proximity to an artificial arm would probably induce flashbacks – no don’t push down that road, all I see now is a room of limbs and a canal – NO it’s too late, I’m too drunk, stop it!

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:26:51 +0000

Phil, perhaps we might rustle up a prosthetic limb in order that you might recreate the scene for us.

By: Phil Bebbington

Phil Bebbington — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:07:06 +0000

Sheila: This is a difficult scene to recreate, I guess to start with you need to be able to picture John Cleese as a composite from various sketches of Monty Python and Fawlty Towers. I’m not a tall person at all and I know that he is but the effect of flaming Sambuca on my hand had something of the flailing around of a John Cleese character.
Of course it all fitted rather beautiful given that we were in a family run Italian restaurant where their command of English was something akin to Manuel…the effect of my flailing seemed to start them mirroring my actions with exclamations in a very thick Italian accent.
Of course they were being so concerned and serious whereas I was in the need of several pantie liners, or the American equivalent…which I guess would be pantie liners.

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:58:04 +0000

Phil: Please do recreate and post video-documentation. You’re off the hook about the audio file of the vomiting Timmy noise (in deference to Timmy’s feelings), but if it’s only yourself you’re going to make an ass of, please do. Your public demands it.

By: Phil Bebbington

Phil Bebbington — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:08:22 +0000

I like the sound of this very much, it’s about time someone found a practical use for the squirrel, cute gets tiresome eventually! And if you speak of eating them, well you might as well be a child molester, the sentence would be more lenient.

I did once finish off a rather splendid Italian meal with a Sambuca, the proprietor did the usual flaming coffee bean thing, I picked it up, someone nudged my elbow and before I knew it my hand was on fire – as you can imagine, lots of comedy value.

By: Mike Dresser

Mike Dresser — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:31:29 +0000

Hm. If you prefer, substitute sake for the base spirit, Midori melon for the liqueur, lose the Angostura and suspend the flaming orange precariously across the mouth of the glass with a skewer. “The Flaming Toyota.” We will never forget.

By: Michael Smith

Michael Smith — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 12:01:55 +0000

I’m not sure I’d drink in “remembrance” of that squirrel. It looks like this might be some sort of trend:

“Tony Millar said firefighters told them it was the work of a buck-toothed saboteur that had been gnawing on overhead power lines connected to a transformer directly above the 2006 Toyota Camry.

“The squirrel chewed through the wire, was set on fire, fell down directly to where the car was,” Tony Millar said. “The squirrel, on fire, slid into the engine compartment and blew up the car.
“They’re always coming around here, chewing through the garbage,” he added.”

By: Alek

Alek — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:55:22 +0000

bitters for the tragedy of existence – hahaha – love it

By: Sheila Ryan

Sheila Ryan — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 01:11:09 +0000

The allure of combustion. Ignition. Snap. Crackle. Pop.