It's one of those significant moments between a father and son, when son does one better than father. With me, it was chess. He was always good, 'almost a professional' he said, so the day I beat him would be the day I deserved to. So it was, one summer evening, he'd dropped round for a drink and we settled into a game. Bit by bit, piece by piece, as the light failed I got the better of him. Pawns lay strewn on the sidelines. His Queen was caught, his Knights both felled. His Bishops had been excommunicated and his Castles were besieged. With his King surrounded all that remained for me to do was deliver the coup de grace. With his King surrounded all that remained for me to do was deliver the coup de grace. He'd seen it coming of course - "Check Mate" He paused, then looked up with a wry smile. 'Nicely done. Same again?' I eyed the bottle of Edradour on the shelf. 'Actually, I think it's time for something a little different.' Edradour …enjoy life's small victories.