Dog has a confession to make, but as always happens in these story's, the bad man is punished (although there is a happy ending

)
A week ago when this thread came on, Dog thought, there's a killing to made here. Dog rang a a few airports, but they only had the odd botttle. However, I rang one chap at an airport who had run out of the 'aforementioned Laphroaig' a few weeks back. I said I was a whisky nut and had 'lots' of mates

who would love a bottle (those mates being on ebay

). Yeah, he said I can get a some bottles, how many. I said (not wishing to be too keen, 12 bottles or even 18. The man said he would ring his boss to see what he could do. He wold even keep them for three weeks whilst I could book a flight. I rang back a few days later - as requested - yeah, but it will have to be 24 bottles he said.
I pretended to ummm and arrrr, then with the mild twisting of arm (not) I said yes. Ring me middle of week after my break and we can sort it.
Rang him a few days ago - Sorry mate unable to get the stock to said Airport as its Christmas.
I had already spent the profit in my mind - serves me right!
However, there is a good ending to the story.
If you recall, It was I who alerted the forum the the 1990 F + M Ardbeg. When I bought it, there were 95 bottles left. I resisted the temptation to buy more than two as something told me not to be greedy.
I was repaid with some excellent luck a few days ago when I managed to secure the most beautiful Ardbeg from a private collection for a full but reasonable price.
It goes to show - what comes around goes around.
Dog