Bundy

“You are coming out to Gayndah?”

“Yes; when I′m trailing the lungfish.”

“Hope I′ll see you there. Here′s Bundy. Good-bye.”

Graeme looked sulkily into his grog cabinet at the hole where his Laphroig should have been. Couldn′t have flogged the bloody Grouse, or the Bundy, nah it had to be the friggen good stuff. Little bastard.[…]Madden's big blunt copper′s hand grabbed the Bundy. He sat and poured a heavy dose. Thieving little bastard.