Dingus
An old friend (The Critic) emailed me today, and amongst other things called me a 'dingus'
I've never been called a dingus before and despite having a relatively strong command of the English language, I had not come across the word. So I looked it up...
Google couldn't define it
Rebecca has a dog called it here.
Its an album by Cravin' Dogs here.
Go and listen, they're very good. They sound like Elvis Costello mixed up with the Kinks.
Dirty Dingus Magee (1970) Is a flick starring Frank Sinatra in an apparently not funny enough (and therefore forgotten) Western spoof. You can buy it here.
Hmmm I mused, better try the Oracle (no not Cecil) Dictionary.com Of course.
Ahhh.. There we are..
Dingus:
n. Slang
An article whose name is unknown or forgotten.
A person regarded as stupid.
[Dutch dinges, whatchamacallit, from German Dings, from Middle High German dinges, genitive of dinc, thing, from Old High German ding, thing, assembly, case, thing.]
So that's all right then. Had me vexed for a minute. She does know me after all.
This is better though Thanks to JD for that.
My work here is done.
Oh, of course! You must be wondering? Yes it is Friday and, no you're correct I'm not out. I went out last night instead (and it was quite excessive) as I have to be up early tomorrow. You see there is a perfectly rational explanation for everything.
Instead I have a bottle of excellent Red Burgundy and an evening with Goldfrapp and The Flaming Lips.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Mostly London Muses - Written with the aid of gin, electricity and sometimes BBC radio 6
Friday, October 31, 2003
Monday, October 27, 2003
Autumn Leaves
I have a new route to the office, as is my want I sometimes travel by petrol power. The new route goes all through the forest for miles. The trees were spectacular in the sunshine this morning. Great ripped sheets of scarlet, bronze and gold hung in the air like priceless dreams.
thegardener1969@msn.com
I have a new route to the office, as is my want I sometimes travel by petrol power. The new route goes all through the forest for miles. The trees were spectacular in the sunshine this morning. Great ripped sheets of scarlet, bronze and gold hung in the air like priceless dreams.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Farewell Concorde, Hello Hangover
Lately, Friday nights seem to be serious nights out, its never my intention of course, but well, I won't argue.
I met a friend (James) for some drinks on Friday eve after work. He was very, very sad (as was I) as to the retirement of that beautiful thing, Concorde.
We decided that Concorde needed a proper send off so we went to my favorite bar of the moment Blend The staff their have forgiven my weakness for taking their candle holders home and worked tirelessly with us to create a suitable cocktail to toast the big white bird into history.
Teamwork paid off and a cocktail duly happened.
The Concorde!
You will need.
25 mill of Gin (what's that in fluid ounces?)
10 mill of Gomme (sugar syrup)
15 ml of Lemon Juice
Cocktail cherries
Champagne
Shaker
Champagne Flutes
Shake the Gin, Gomme and Lemon Juice over ice till your hands freeze, strain into your Champagne (fill about a third of the glass) Drop in a cherry and top up with Champagne.
Many thanks to the always welcoming and charming Angela who rules the roost at this great bar.
Things began to go downhill from there. I think a club happened, I think many more drinks happened, I think I got home about 3.30 AM. All I know for sure is that I came to, with my head resting on my PC monitor at home at nearly 5 and realising that trying to update this blog after an evening like that was a mission to far. (even for me)
On Saturday I went for lunch and the combination of a decent feed and a couple of pints stopped me shaking for long enough to get ready for the party I was going to in the evening.
Party was good. I ended back at Blend in the end, perhaps I'm a Moth of some sort? More lovely cocktails and another late one.
Well Done Samoa!
Late in and bleary eyed or not England were playing Rugby this morning and being a 'proper' gentleman I had to watch.
Phew! What a thriller!. Well done to the brave Samoans who nearly tipped up the applecart. Respect is very much due.
I think I have a hangover... How are you?
thegardener1969@msn.com
Lately, Friday nights seem to be serious nights out, its never my intention of course, but well, I won't argue.
I met a friend (James) for some drinks on Friday eve after work. He was very, very sad (as was I) as to the retirement of that beautiful thing, Concorde.
We decided that Concorde needed a proper send off so we went to my favorite bar of the moment Blend The staff their have forgiven my weakness for taking their candle holders home and worked tirelessly with us to create a suitable cocktail to toast the big white bird into history.
Teamwork paid off and a cocktail duly happened.
The Concorde!
You will need.
25 mill of Gin (what's that in fluid ounces?)
10 mill of Gomme (sugar syrup)
15 ml of Lemon Juice
Cocktail cherries
Champagne
Shaker
Champagne Flutes
Shake the Gin, Gomme and Lemon Juice over ice till your hands freeze, strain into your Champagne (fill about a third of the glass) Drop in a cherry and top up with Champagne.
Many thanks to the always welcoming and charming Angela who rules the roost at this great bar.
Things began to go downhill from there. I think a club happened, I think many more drinks happened, I think I got home about 3.30 AM. All I know for sure is that I came to, with my head resting on my PC monitor at home at nearly 5 and realising that trying to update this blog after an evening like that was a mission to far. (even for me)
On Saturday I went for lunch and the combination of a decent feed and a couple of pints stopped me shaking for long enough to get ready for the party I was going to in the evening.
Party was good. I ended back at Blend in the end, perhaps I'm a Moth of some sort? More lovely cocktails and another late one.
Well Done Samoa!
Late in and bleary eyed or not England were playing Rugby this morning and being a 'proper' gentleman I had to watch.
Phew! What a thriller!. Well done to the brave Samoans who nearly tipped up the applecart. Respect is very much due.
I think I have a hangover... How are you?
thegardener1969@msn.com
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Funny Hats and Comics
I went to the secret pub tonight. That's the pub in the middle of London that's actually not in London but in Cambridge. Named the Mitre, it was established in 1546 and luckily for me is only a short walking distance from my office. It might well be a short walking distance from yours, but if you don't already know where it is then I can't tell you. Thats what 'secret' means
Its hidden in the middle of a hidden alley way, AND, - it's a secret alley way to. (Its too small for crowds, so if I don't show you personally, then tough)
Its also the only pub in London (that I am aware of) that has had the same barman and manager for aeons. They wear ties and white aprons and when you go to the small bar you are addressed as Sir, or indeed Madam.
They also serve the best pub food ever! Its a simple menu.
Toasted sandwiches
Cheese and Ham
Cheese and Tomato
Cheese and Onion
Cheese
-Notice a theme?
They also serve, sausages (cooked) pork pie's and scotch eggs. Ohh and nothing costs more than £1.50
Add beer, mustard and conviviality and quite frankly you can understand why Elizabeth the 1st used (they say) to pop in.
I was drinking with Mr H. A good friend of nearly a decade. He recently began a career in comedy. I think he had to after trying to make a living being serious ;) He's doing well, and although we speak often (online) its always good to catch up face to face.
By 9 though he had to go.
That's late in that pub, after all they shut at 10PM. The gates to the alley do as well. Not being part of London it has its own laws. For instance the London Police are not allowed in unless invited, as its outside their juristriction.
Oops again! As I walked through central London on a still cold night I decided home was not quite in order, so I went for impromtue drinks with a Princess instead.
Lifes handy like that.
I went to the secret pub tonight. That's the pub in the middle of London that's actually not in London but in Cambridge. Named the Mitre, it was established in 1546 and luckily for me is only a short walking distance from my office. It might well be a short walking distance from yours, but if you don't already know where it is then I can't tell you. Thats what 'secret' means
Its hidden in the middle of a hidden alley way, AND, - it's a secret alley way to. (Its too small for crowds, so if I don't show you personally, then tough)
Its also the only pub in London (that I am aware of) that has had the same barman and manager for aeons. They wear ties and white aprons and when you go to the small bar you are addressed as Sir, or indeed Madam.
They also serve the best pub food ever! Its a simple menu.
Toasted sandwiches
Cheese and Ham
Cheese and Tomato
Cheese and Onion
Cheese
-Notice a theme?
They also serve, sausages (cooked) pork pie's and scotch eggs. Ohh and nothing costs more than £1.50
Add beer, mustard and conviviality and quite frankly you can understand why Elizabeth the 1st used (they say) to pop in.
I was drinking with Mr H. A good friend of nearly a decade. He recently began a career in comedy. I think he had to after trying to make a living being serious ;) He's doing well, and although we speak often (online) its always good to catch up face to face.
By 9 though he had to go.
That's late in that pub, after all they shut at 10PM. The gates to the alley do as well. Not being part of London it has its own laws. For instance the London Police are not allowed in unless invited, as its outside their juristriction.
Oops again! As I walked through central London on a still cold night I decided home was not quite in order, so I went for impromtue drinks with a Princess instead.
Lifes handy like that.
Sunday, October 19, 2003
Some Good Times
Well I said Thursday may be a little messy, and behold, it was.
A wonderful old friend, (no - I don't mean she is old - keep up will you!) swung into town and into my view for the first time in lots of years, near enough fourteen years actually. We had a great time catching up over numerous cocktails before ending up at The Rex
Anyway it was like the years hadn't been there, she's still gorgeous and apparently I'm not too bad myself.
I think I got home about 4 AM, I think I was tired but happy. I think this explains why I didn't get to work until 11 AM and then shortly afterwards had to leave it and seek refuge in a four hour lunch. As always at Sapori it was time well spent.
Kill Bill
Friday evening saw a visit to the Picture House. On the menu was Kill Bill...
Now so far every critic I've read has said that Kill Bill simply doesn't work as a movie, or is what happens when someone's (eg Tarantino's) ego is allowed to grow to top-heavy levels. But I loved it. Perhaps I'm just shallow? or just the right age to enjoy the references? Or perhaps beautiful women and lots of swords always works for me? After all I am a fella. Saying that though, my viewing partner (The lovely Walton) also enjoyed it immensely, and she is very much, not in the slightest bit (in any way) a fella. Go and see it.
The Luxuriance - Gerrard Street (on the Southside)
After the film, and a couple of beers at a very secret bar, eating seemed like a good idea. We skipped to China Town and to the Luxuriance. Being as the week reeked of nostalgia this seemed like the thing to do.
I last dined at The Luxuriance over 10 years ago, indeed I don't think I've eaten in China Town at all since the last time I was there. Its not the same. Its name used to reflect the food and the restaurant. The mainstay Crispy Duck (of course) was only average and the place no longer lives up to its name, but it was friendly enough and enlivened by Chinese Teenagers knocking back the tea. I shall foray into China Town once more soon and find a really decent restaurant to tell you about. It wasn't so bad that it could take the gloss off a good night.
The Weekend
Rugby on Saturday was as expected, though a little fraught. Roll on England to the Final!
Gardened today, the air was fresh and it seems as if natures getting ready for the cold snap. The mole is hiding deep and the fish stayed well out of the way. I netted the pond and placed more rocks on the fox. Something with big claws (a Jabberwock perhaps?) had tried to dig it up (and failed).
My friend is visiting London again this week. I'm very much looking forward to it.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Well I said Thursday may be a little messy, and behold, it was.
A wonderful old friend, (no - I don't mean she is old - keep up will you!) swung into town and into my view for the first time in lots of years, near enough fourteen years actually. We had a great time catching up over numerous cocktails before ending up at The Rex
Anyway it was like the years hadn't been there, she's still gorgeous and apparently I'm not too bad myself.
I think I got home about 4 AM, I think I was tired but happy. I think this explains why I didn't get to work until 11 AM and then shortly afterwards had to leave it and seek refuge in a four hour lunch. As always at Sapori it was time well spent.
Kill Bill
Friday evening saw a visit to the Picture House. On the menu was Kill Bill...
Now so far every critic I've read has said that Kill Bill simply doesn't work as a movie, or is what happens when someone's (eg Tarantino's) ego is allowed to grow to top-heavy levels. But I loved it. Perhaps I'm just shallow? or just the right age to enjoy the references? Or perhaps beautiful women and lots of swords always works for me? After all I am a fella. Saying that though, my viewing partner (The lovely Walton) also enjoyed it immensely, and she is very much, not in the slightest bit (in any way) a fella. Go and see it.
The Luxuriance - Gerrard Street (on the Southside)
After the film, and a couple of beers at a very secret bar, eating seemed like a good idea. We skipped to China Town and to the Luxuriance. Being as the week reeked of nostalgia this seemed like the thing to do.
I last dined at The Luxuriance over 10 years ago, indeed I don't think I've eaten in China Town at all since the last time I was there. Its not the same. Its name used to reflect the food and the restaurant. The mainstay Crispy Duck (of course) was only average and the place no longer lives up to its name, but it was friendly enough and enlivened by Chinese Teenagers knocking back the tea. I shall foray into China Town once more soon and find a really decent restaurant to tell you about. It wasn't so bad that it could take the gloss off a good night.
The Weekend
Rugby on Saturday was as expected, though a little fraught. Roll on England to the Final!
Gardened today, the air was fresh and it seems as if natures getting ready for the cold snap. The mole is hiding deep and the fish stayed well out of the way. I netted the pond and placed more rocks on the fox. Something with big claws (a Jabberwock perhaps?) had tried to dig it up (and failed).
My friend is visiting London again this week. I'm very much looking forward to it.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Thursday, October 16, 2003
Happy Birthday!
I've had a quiet week so far, few beers on Monday, gym Tuesday, night in last night, but tonight I'm off out for dinner and cocktails and I have a funny feeling it could get very, very messy indeed. I do hope so! I will let you know...
I'ts my Brothers Birthday on Saturday, He's a nice bloke. If anybody wants to buy him anything to celebrate this, simply email me and I'll tell you where to send the cash. Thanks in advance - you are too kind.
Updates
Oh - I meant to say, I was completely forgiven by the cocktail bar, so much so they are now buying 'me' drinks. (Which is nice)
The bag man was sitting on his stool again this morning next to his stall of bags. He was smiling and showing another chap a photo album of what seemed to be holiday snaps. They both ignored a girl who had stopped and was half looking at a new handbag until she went away. Perhaps its secret theater?
I had a quick stroll around the estate this morning and noticed that one of the cats had crapped all over Mr Fox's headstone. Anyone who thinks animals are fluffy, cute ickle house toys should really get out more.
Till next time. Keep em peeled.
thegardener1969@msn.com
I've had a quiet week so far, few beers on Monday, gym Tuesday, night in last night, but tonight I'm off out for dinner and cocktails and I have a funny feeling it could get very, very messy indeed. I do hope so! I will let you know...
I'ts my Brothers Birthday on Saturday, He's a nice bloke. If anybody wants to buy him anything to celebrate this, simply email me and I'll tell you where to send the cash. Thanks in advance - you are too kind.
Updates
Oh - I meant to say, I was completely forgiven by the cocktail bar, so much so they are now buying 'me' drinks. (Which is nice)
The bag man was sitting on his stool again this morning next to his stall of bags. He was smiling and showing another chap a photo album of what seemed to be holiday snaps. They both ignored a girl who had stopped and was half looking at a new handbag until she went away. Perhaps its secret theater?
I had a quick stroll around the estate this morning and noticed that one of the cats had crapped all over Mr Fox's headstone. Anyone who thinks animals are fluffy, cute ickle house toys should really get out more.
Till next time. Keep em peeled.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Monday, October 13, 2003
Here Lies Mr Fox
Went for a stroll around the garden yesterday afternoon and found a fox. This youngish fox was beautiful, but sadly dead.
I couldn't determine how he came to be lying between the black bamboo and the hydrangea near the pond, nor how he came to be stone cold. After some contemplation I buried him down the garden near the Oak. The Stags watched curiously.
I scratched a piece of Portland stone with the words "Here Lies Mr Fox - Oct 2003" and laid it on top...
I'll plant something there in spring.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Went for a stroll around the garden yesterday afternoon and found a fox. This youngish fox was beautiful, but sadly dead.
I couldn't determine how he came to be lying between the black bamboo and the hydrangea near the pond, nor how he came to be stone cold. After some contemplation I buried him down the garden near the Oak. The Stags watched curiously.
I scratched a piece of Portland stone with the words "Here Lies Mr Fox - Oct 2003" and laid it on top...
I'll plant something there in spring.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Sofa So Good
I accompanied a friend this evening after work to peruse Sofa's or suites as she (The Walton) is purchasing a flat. Naturally the flat comes without furniture.
Note: To those who think furniture shopping is not a worthy pursuit for men, I knew that the shops in Tottenham Court Road would be shut (at worst) by 7.15
Sofa's came and went, I saw a nice table, More Sofa's came and went and lo it was sadly 7.15.
Charlotte Street is (as I'm sure you know) nearby, with a multitude of restaurants. All of which, or nearly all were full.
We ended up eating at a Mexican sort of place called La Perla. Being the only place on the street not full of diners this didn't bode well, but when you expect only a little, anything more goes a long way. Friendly and unpretentious the food was just on the good side of edible but with enormous portions more suited to Rugby players, or indeed visiting Americans. We had a nice time! But eh? Since when did you have fantastic Mexican food anyway?
Cafe Perla
I recommend it as a decent stop station in between bigish nights out. There is a bar downstairs too, which looked to be worth hanging about in, and, in a tacky good old fashioned and wholesome way, the gents toilet is lined with pictures of South America's sexiest pin-ups (or at least a few of them)
Thanks to our waitress 'Emily' who's extra efforts made a real change to many much more extravagant restaurants.
thegardener1969@msn.com
I accompanied a friend this evening after work to peruse Sofa's or suites as she (The Walton) is purchasing a flat. Naturally the flat comes without furniture.
Note: To those who think furniture shopping is not a worthy pursuit for men, I knew that the shops in Tottenham Court Road would be shut (at worst) by 7.15
Sofa's came and went, I saw a nice table, More Sofa's came and went and lo it was sadly 7.15.
Charlotte Street is (as I'm sure you know) nearby, with a multitude of restaurants. All of which, or nearly all were full.
We ended up eating at a Mexican sort of place called La Perla. Being the only place on the street not full of diners this didn't bode well, but when you expect only a little, anything more goes a long way. Friendly and unpretentious the food was just on the good side of edible but with enormous portions more suited to Rugby players, or indeed visiting Americans. We had a nice time! But eh? Since when did you have fantastic Mexican food anyway?
Cafe Perla
I recommend it as a decent stop station in between bigish nights out. There is a bar downstairs too, which looked to be worth hanging about in, and, in a tacky good old fashioned and wholesome way, the gents toilet is lined with pictures of South America's sexiest pin-ups (or at least a few of them)
Thanks to our waitress 'Emily' who's extra efforts made a real change to many much more extravagant restaurants.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Loose Ends
Bag man
Someone was looking at a plastic-wrapped, poor quality attache case on the bag mans stall this morning. The bag seller did not seem in the least bit interested in a potential customer and simply sat on his stool reading his morning paper. I am still musing as to his real purpose...
Fat
A chewy subject is fat, I've slacked off the gym a bit lately as I've been a bit under the weather and if I don't get back into it soon all my hard work will slowly collapse and settle once again around my waist.. Best get on with it I spose!
Work
Gosh! Its busy..
Question of the day
Black or Red?
thegardener1969@msn.com
Bag man
Someone was looking at a plastic-wrapped, poor quality attache case on the bag mans stall this morning. The bag seller did not seem in the least bit interested in a potential customer and simply sat on his stool reading his morning paper. I am still musing as to his real purpose...
Fat
A chewy subject is fat, I've slacked off the gym a bit lately as I've been a bit under the weather and if I don't get back into it soon all my hard work will slowly collapse and settle once again around my waist.. Best get on with it I spose!
Work
Gosh! Its busy..
Question of the day
Black or Red?
thegardener1969@msn.com
Monday, October 06, 2003
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way Home...
What kind of a person would I be if I just recommended drinks to you and didn't test them to their limits as well?
A bad person, that's what!
So in the interests of this column I started off early on Friday night with a few Moscow Mules to open up the synaspses before shocking them brutally with a couple of Gibsons.
And there was me thinking I'd be tucked up at home by 11.
They weaved their magic and before I knew it I had been swished to a club by a friend and his support act of two lovely ladies and then on to a party.
Now I've been to some parties but this ranks as one the best.
Huuge beautiful apartment thingie nr Tower Bridge
Guest list, security.
2 or 3 free bars, with great staff. (or were they guests.. I don't know)
Silky Smooth Beats, DJ, Lights, Giant Glitter Ball.
Pool Table, Zillions of Sofa's
errmm lots of happy people 100? - 200?
I think I danced to much, I think I talked to much, I think I drank to much and I think I got home around Saturday lunchtime.
Thanks to Tommy, Andrew, Richard, Nick and Francesca who were the hosts, JM for taking me along and Dani for being so sweet.
Top night. (I hope I'm invited again)
So the lesson is clear. Drink the drinks I recommend and funny things can happen on your way home.
In other news: There wasn't any.
thegardener1969@msn.com
What kind of a person would I be if I just recommended drinks to you and didn't test them to their limits as well?
A bad person, that's what!
So in the interests of this column I started off early on Friday night with a few Moscow Mules to open up the synaspses before shocking them brutally with a couple of Gibsons.
And there was me thinking I'd be tucked up at home by 11.
They weaved their magic and before I knew it I had been swished to a club by a friend and his support act of two lovely ladies and then on to a party.
Now I've been to some parties but this ranks as one the best.
Huuge beautiful apartment thingie nr Tower Bridge
Guest list, security.
2 or 3 free bars, with great staff. (or were they guests.. I don't know)
Silky Smooth Beats, DJ, Lights, Giant Glitter Ball.
Pool Table, Zillions of Sofa's
errmm lots of happy people 100? - 200?
I think I danced to much, I think I talked to much, I think I drank to much and I think I got home around Saturday lunchtime.
Thanks to Tommy, Andrew, Richard, Nick and Francesca who were the hosts, JM for taking me along and Dani for being so sweet.
Top night. (I hope I'm invited again)
So the lesson is clear. Drink the drinks I recommend and funny things can happen on your way home.
In other news: There wasn't any.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
You Lucky Lucky People!
Oh, how I spoil you so. Do you deserve it?
No matter, I feel generous today.
Yes, you are getting not just one, but two cocktails of the month for October! I recommend the first one 'Moscow Mule' for the early mid evening while you still need to use conversation. The second one should be used sparingly to create that 'starburst followed by trip-hammer' effect toward the latter part of the night.
Enjoy.
Moscow Mule - you will need.
Tall Glasses
Ginger Beer (Idris of course)
Premium Vodka (Stolly Please)
Fresh Limes
Ice
Place Plenty of ice in glasses, squeeze juice of at least half a lime over ice. Give decent slug of Vodka. Top up with Ginger Beer. A quick stir and your away.
Warning for the stupid: Do not attempt to be flash and shake this in a cocktail shaker. You will end up as a Ginger Beer covered fool. Some weird types also add a small amount of demerera sugar to this drink. Just dont!
Gibson - A classic.
You might want a few Moscow Mules before you can attempt this, unless you love the taste of pickled onion juice. Try to ensure your partner also drinks this if you are hoping for snogs later on.
You need
Mixing Glass (or Shaker if you must show off)
Mixing Spoon
Chilled Martini Glasses (if possible)
Ice (as usual)
A large amount of quality Gin (Gordons or Plymouth for me please)
Some dry Vermouth (Martini Vermouth will suffice)
Silverskin cocktail onions
Cocktail Sticks
Put ice in mixing glass (or shaker) Pour a good three large measures of Gin into your mixing glass (Shaker) add about one and half teaspoons of the Vermouth (DONT overdo it - add less if you want..:). Mix using spoon (or shake) and pour into glasses.
Thread three (yes three) cocktail onions onto a cocktail stick twice (that's six in total shared tween sticks). Drop one stick of onions into each Gibson.
Enjoy.
Warning for the stupid: These two drinks with their Vodka and Gin qualities, when drunk in any quantity, in sequence could ensure that you wake face down in unpleasant or strange places. I am not liable for this. Oh - you can have a Vodka Gibson instead, but thats a bit modern for me.
Have fun.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Oh, how I spoil you so. Do you deserve it?
No matter, I feel generous today.
Yes, you are getting not just one, but two cocktails of the month for October! I recommend the first one 'Moscow Mule' for the early mid evening while you still need to use conversation. The second one should be used sparingly to create that 'starburst followed by trip-hammer' effect toward the latter part of the night.
Enjoy.
Moscow Mule - you will need.
Tall Glasses
Ginger Beer (Idris of course)
Premium Vodka (Stolly Please)
Fresh Limes
Ice
Place Plenty of ice in glasses, squeeze juice of at least half a lime over ice. Give decent slug of Vodka. Top up with Ginger Beer. A quick stir and your away.
Warning for the stupid: Do not attempt to be flash and shake this in a cocktail shaker. You will end up as a Ginger Beer covered fool. Some weird types also add a small amount of demerera sugar to this drink. Just dont!
Gibson - A classic.
You might want a few Moscow Mules before you can attempt this, unless you love the taste of pickled onion juice. Try to ensure your partner also drinks this if you are hoping for snogs later on.
You need
Mixing Glass (or Shaker if you must show off)
Mixing Spoon
Chilled Martini Glasses (if possible)
Ice (as usual)
A large amount of quality Gin (Gordons or Plymouth for me please)
Some dry Vermouth (Martini Vermouth will suffice)
Silverskin cocktail onions
Cocktail Sticks
Put ice in mixing glass (or shaker) Pour a good three large measures of Gin into your mixing glass (Shaker) add about one and half teaspoons of the Vermouth (DONT overdo it - add less if you want..:). Mix using spoon (or shake) and pour into glasses.
Thread three (yes three) cocktail onions onto a cocktail stick twice (that's six in total shared tween sticks). Drop one stick of onions into each Gibson.
Enjoy.
Warning for the stupid: These two drinks with their Vodka and Gin qualities, when drunk in any quantity, in sequence could ensure that you wake face down in unpleasant or strange places. I am not liable for this. Oh - you can have a Vodka Gibson instead, but thats a bit modern for me.
Have fun.
thegardener1969@msn.com
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