Whenever we’re talking about our favourite cocktails or spirit of choice in the office, I feel myself turning, inevitably, into my alter ego, The Gin Bore. This is not to say I actually know loads about gin, more that I think I do. Delightful.
For those of you following along at home, it should be pretty apparent by now that I will eat/drink anything for attention and/or love. Here is my alcoholic equivalent of the ridiculous sandwich post. It had to be broken up into two days because I have to work in the morning. I hope you enjoy it.
Dry January has been over for three weeks and I’m back to square one. Actually, not quite square one - I’m back to drinking far too much again, only now I feel horrifically guilty about it. Which is nice.