My long easter weekend kicked off with going out for a few drinks after work which spiralled out of control. We started off at waxy o’connors quite late only having finished our shift at around 9:30 after probably one of the busiest days I have had at Framestore in a long long time. 687 more words
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“A spectre is haunting Spain –– the spectre of G&T”, Karl Marx, give or take a word or two.
If you live in the British Isles (and I am afraid that for the purposes of expediency my beloved Ireland is included in that archipelago most abhorrent to republican sensibilities), a gin and tonic is a cocktail manqué, a non-drinker’s drink composed of a thumb of any old gin topped with a squalid serving of tepid tonic over hastily- scooped half-melted ice and a segment of lemon if you must insist on being a stick in the mud and delay the barman from serving proper drinks, namely pints of stout or ale, thank you very much. 667 more words