A proper Englishman, wandering the heaths of Scotland, walks into a pub.
“My good man,” he says. “I hear you have 100 year-old Scotch. I would love a bit.”
The pub owner takes down a glass and pours an ounce.
After a sip, the Englishman says, “Oh my. My dear fellow! That is 20 year-old Scotch! I am here for the 100 year-old!”
The pub owner shakes his head, pulls another glass and bottle, and pours the libation.
the Englishman takes a sip and declares: “Oh! No! That is 50 year-old Scotch. I want the 100 year-old one. You have it, haven’t you?”
The pub owner, now cowed, pulls down another glass and a dusty bottle. He wipes off the bottle and pours it into the glass.
The Englishman takes a sip and sighs. “Ah. Now that’s the right stuff! Glorious!”
The man next to him nudges him and points to the glass he has pushed over.
“Try that!”
The Englishman takes a sip and spits it out. “Plah! That’s piss!”
The man replies: “Now tell me how old I am."