Closing Thought For November
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-TG
Mostly London Muses - Written with the aid of gin, electricity and sometimes BBC radio 6
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Pink Pop and a Minty Aftertaste
Pop
It was 'Pink Haired Girls' Birthday party on Friday night at Pop. She as usual was resplendent with her trademark pink hair and a good crowd was in attendance. I'd not been here before. I recommend it, especially if, as in our case you are with a group and have a table with a great big orange circle sofa to use as a base camp. Eg. think stupidity rather than romantic date
The decor is 60/ 70's kitsch and its quite bright, think oranges, reds and acid yellows, though thankfully the lights dim about Midnight.
Bar staff were good, overworked but friendly. It does get rammed though, so organise drinks in large batches. Its open till 4AM on a Friday (and I think 5 on a Saturday). Punters were good fun but my memories fade early as myself and friend 'The Duke' seemed to be on a Mojito oblivion mission. Hence the minty aftertaste and a morning sense of confusion...
I feel the December party season is just beginning, as if I'm not busy enough!
Cocktail day tomorrow. HuzzaH!
thegardener1969@msn.com
Pop
It was 'Pink Haired Girls' Birthday party on Friday night at Pop. She as usual was resplendent with her trademark pink hair and a good crowd was in attendance. I'd not been here before. I recommend it, especially if, as in our case you are with a group and have a table with a great big orange circle sofa to use as a base camp. Eg. think stupidity rather than romantic date
The decor is 60/ 70's kitsch and its quite bright, think oranges, reds and acid yellows, though thankfully the lights dim about Midnight.
Bar staff were good, overworked but friendly. It does get rammed though, so organise drinks in large batches. Its open till 4AM on a Friday (and I think 5 on a Saturday). Punters were good fun but my memories fade early as myself and friend 'The Duke' seemed to be on a Mojito oblivion mission. Hence the minty aftertaste and a morning sense of confusion...
I feel the December party season is just beginning, as if I'm not busy enough!
Cocktail day tomorrow. HuzzaH!
thegardener1969@msn.com
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Old Memories and New Places
Wednesday evening found me escorting my friend from years ago (The Minx) to see the Gothic Exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Nooo, not that kind of Gothic, silly!
Victoria and Albert Museum
The exhibition is entitled "Art for England 1400-1547" This period covers the reigns of amongst others, Richard III and Henry VIII and I recommend you visit. There are some wondrous things to behold, most of which you would never think still existed, or at least if you did you would probably assume that your eyes would never see them. Richard III 's crown for instance or Our Henry's swords, handgun (no really) and a full set of jousting armour for both him and his horse. There are some wonderful manuscripts and numerous ephemera.
The one thing that is truly worth seeing even if you insist of being led blindfold through the exhibition to it, is the life-size painting of Henry VIII by Holbein (the younger) which was painted sometime after 1537.
See it here
Its the image that everyone recognises. Henry standing imposingly looking you straight in the eyes with hands on hips and shoulders wide.
Having seen it on postcards, tea-towels and in magazines a number of times, to see it for real is extraordinary. You can't appreciate how powerful it is from any reproduction. You really wouldn't want to go to sleep in a room with it staring at you.
I implore you to see it. And its not often I implore anyone.
The Exhibition is running until January the 18th.
The Collection
Gosh! After all that culture we needed sustenance. Dinner was at The Collection on Brompton Road. This is a very large, flash and lively bar and restaurant that if my memory serves me right was once a public transport depot. If you know what it was please email me as many years ago I used to live next door (no really!) and it certainly wasn't a swish, rammed, hanger like place full of the Chelsea / Knightsbridge set flicking their hair and jangling their jewellery then.
Definitely a place to go for impressions. Once you have navigated security you enter the place by walking down an 80 foot lit catwalk.
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it.
Take a fat wallet, toss your head back, look richish and book in advance. Not a place for a quiet meal as its very loud and ra-ra. Was that Kylie I saw?. I wish!..The sea bass was excellent by the way.
Funky Buddha
Being a Wednesday We went on to Funky Buddha's in Berkeley St. Nearby, a song once purported, that a Nightingale sang. (I'm checking with Max Clifford)
Having not been here before I had heard a lot and expected much. This place failed to deliver on a number of counts. Now don't think I'm over critical! As you know I'll drink a Martini, or even a Mai Tai anywhere.
Company 10/10 (The Minx is, well, a Minx)
Surroundings 7/10 (not bad, flash as expected but the leather sofa we sat on was ripped)
Drinks 6/10 (would expect better at top notch prices)
Bar Staff 6/10 (This would be higher as they were friendly and attentive, just undermanned)
Crowd 4/10 (C List and rich kids. I've seen more character at a school disco)
Atmos 4/10 (see above : Crowd)
Music 4/10 (Thats not a taste thing, it was just watered down all over)
Security 0/10 (Overbearing, aggressive, rude and generally disdainful, in fact this deserves further comment)
I've experienced more polite riot police (honest!) clearing a party than at sweeping out time here. As those of you that know me will vouch I'm hardly a troublemaker but being forced to carry your drink to the cloakroom queue at 3.09 AM when you've just spent more than Liberia's national debt does not leave this Gardener with a good taste in his mouth (other than the nightcap Amaretto of course). Attempts to politely complain about the rudeness of the BA Baracas modelled lump were simply met with a so what air, a verbal, "do you want some trouble?" and a final "now get lost"
Sadly (some might say) I didn't actually get punched.
God knows why they need goons like that? After all its hardly a Portsmouth bar after a task force has just docked?!
Don't visit, it's not worth it.
The evening airs out
Old friends can have a moving effect. It seems there might have been much left unsaid all those years ago and much water has since passed under the bridge. Some things though, never quite pass.
If you have any old friends with unfinished business I recommend you seek them out and confront it. What you may find could pleasantly surprise you and indeed, give you pause for reflection.
Smiths of Smithfield.
After a night like that the soul may be happy but the synapses need feeding. Myself and Mr H went to Smiths for brunch. He was necessary in case I collapsed. As usual they supplied the best breakfast related food in London and even though they lost our food order I forgive them, especially as they insisted (by way of apology) that I had a very large and sublimely spicy Bloody Mary to accompany my poached eggs, mushrooms and bacon on toast.
I've just had an afternoon nap and feel much better. I was sort of hoping that someone might give me a full body transplant whilst I was under though..
This one almost "canna take the pace Captain Kirk". Its going to blow a rod at this rate!
Till next time children.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Wednesday evening found me escorting my friend from years ago (The Minx) to see the Gothic Exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
Nooo, not that kind of Gothic, silly!
Victoria and Albert Museum
The exhibition is entitled "Art for England 1400-1547" This period covers the reigns of amongst others, Richard III and Henry VIII and I recommend you visit. There are some wondrous things to behold, most of which you would never think still existed, or at least if you did you would probably assume that your eyes would never see them. Richard III 's crown for instance or Our Henry's swords, handgun (no really) and a full set of jousting armour for both him and his horse. There are some wonderful manuscripts and numerous ephemera.
The one thing that is truly worth seeing even if you insist of being led blindfold through the exhibition to it, is the life-size painting of Henry VIII by Holbein (the younger) which was painted sometime after 1537.
See it here
Its the image that everyone recognises. Henry standing imposingly looking you straight in the eyes with hands on hips and shoulders wide.
Having seen it on postcards, tea-towels and in magazines a number of times, to see it for real is extraordinary. You can't appreciate how powerful it is from any reproduction. You really wouldn't want to go to sleep in a room with it staring at you.
I implore you to see it. And its not often I implore anyone.
The Exhibition is running until January the 18th.
The Collection
Gosh! After all that culture we needed sustenance. Dinner was at The Collection on Brompton Road. This is a very large, flash and lively bar and restaurant that if my memory serves me right was once a public transport depot. If you know what it was please email me as many years ago I used to live next door (no really!) and it certainly wasn't a swish, rammed, hanger like place full of the Chelsea / Knightsbridge set flicking their hair and jangling their jewellery then.
Definitely a place to go for impressions. Once you have navigated security you enter the place by walking down an 80 foot lit catwalk.
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it.
Take a fat wallet, toss your head back, look richish and book in advance. Not a place for a quiet meal as its very loud and ra-ra. Was that Kylie I saw?. I wish!..The sea bass was excellent by the way.
Funky Buddha
Being a Wednesday We went on to Funky Buddha's in Berkeley St. Nearby, a song once purported, that a Nightingale sang. (I'm checking with Max Clifford)
Having not been here before I had heard a lot and expected much. This place failed to deliver on a number of counts. Now don't think I'm over critical! As you know I'll drink a Martini, or even a Mai Tai anywhere.
Company 10/10 (The Minx is, well, a Minx)
Surroundings 7/10 (not bad, flash as expected but the leather sofa we sat on was ripped)
Drinks 6/10 (would expect better at top notch prices)
Bar Staff 6/10 (This would be higher as they were friendly and attentive, just undermanned)
Crowd 4/10 (C List and rich kids. I've seen more character at a school disco)
Atmos 4/10 (see above : Crowd)
Music 4/10 (Thats not a taste thing, it was just watered down all over)
Security 0/10 (Overbearing, aggressive, rude and generally disdainful, in fact this deserves further comment)
I've experienced more polite riot police (honest!) clearing a party than at sweeping out time here. As those of you that know me will vouch I'm hardly a troublemaker but being forced to carry your drink to the cloakroom queue at 3.09 AM when you've just spent more than Liberia's national debt does not leave this Gardener with a good taste in his mouth (other than the nightcap Amaretto of course). Attempts to politely complain about the rudeness of the BA Baracas modelled lump were simply met with a so what air, a verbal, "do you want some trouble?" and a final "now get lost"
Sadly (some might say) I didn't actually get punched.
God knows why they need goons like that? After all its hardly a Portsmouth bar after a task force has just docked?!
Don't visit, it's not worth it.
The evening airs out
Old friends can have a moving effect. It seems there might have been much left unsaid all those years ago and much water has since passed under the bridge. Some things though, never quite pass.
If you have any old friends with unfinished business I recommend you seek them out and confront it. What you may find could pleasantly surprise you and indeed, give you pause for reflection.
Smiths of Smithfield.
After a night like that the soul may be happy but the synapses need feeding. Myself and Mr H went to Smiths for brunch. He was necessary in case I collapsed. As usual they supplied the best breakfast related food in London and even though they lost our food order I forgive them, especially as they insisted (by way of apology) that I had a very large and sublimely spicy Bloody Mary to accompany my poached eggs, mushrooms and bacon on toast.
I've just had an afternoon nap and feel much better. I was sort of hoping that someone might give me a full body transplant whilst I was under though..
This one almost "canna take the pace Captain Kirk". Its going to blow a rod at this rate!
Till next time children.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Monday, November 24, 2003
The Perfect 10
It was a perfect 10 all round this weekend. After the usual excessive Friday night mayhem I awoke bleary eyed and watched the men in white beat their demons and fight with guts, skill and sinew to lay the great Australian challenge bare.
England expected! And for once England was rewarded by bravery unmatched. Every one of the steel men created history, with no small part held by our number 10.
There were tears in my eyes.
10
The other perfect 10 was an unusual Sunday afternoon.
As many of you will know I am not averse to a good bar, or indeed good company. It was by chance of both that I arrived at 25 Canonbury Lane
Good food, good drinks, lovely wine and charming company. I was happy in the extreme.
Go to this bar. Its friendly, intimate and does good food and excellent drinks. Asking for anything more, is often asking for too much.
In other news (again) England won the 2003 Rugby World Cup...!
World Cup = 10
Bar = 10
Company =11
Total = More Please Vicar!
thegardener1969@msn.com
It was a perfect 10 all round this weekend. After the usual excessive Friday night mayhem I awoke bleary eyed and watched the men in white beat their demons and fight with guts, skill and sinew to lay the great Australian challenge bare.
England expected! And for once England was rewarded by bravery unmatched. Every one of the steel men created history, with no small part held by our number 10.
There were tears in my eyes.
10
The other perfect 10 was an unusual Sunday afternoon.
As many of you will know I am not averse to a good bar, or indeed good company. It was by chance of both that I arrived at 25 Canonbury Lane
Good food, good drinks, lovely wine and charming company. I was happy in the extreme.
Go to this bar. Its friendly, intimate and does good food and excellent drinks. Asking for anything more, is often asking for too much.
In other news (again) England won the 2003 Rugby World Cup...!
World Cup = 10
Bar = 10
Company =11
Total = More Please Vicar!
thegardener1969@msn.com
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Of Mice and Men
Mice
Last night, just as I was cleaning my teeth, my eye was caught by a slight movement to my left. I looked. Hmm, nothing but the bath. (large, white, deep, free standing) In the bath was a mouse. It was sitting on its back legs by the rubber duck. It was a field mouse and it seemed quite happy by my yellow friend.
It also seemed happy when I caught it with a pint glass and CD combo and put it outside. Me thinks my cats playing tricks on me...
Men
Errmm, I didn't actually have a natural link from this sub title but I liked the "Mice and Men" main title as an eye catcher. Now before you complain about cheap advertising tricks just think a moment. I could have been obvious and said what I thought about George W Bush and his current visit to this fair city, but I won't as I'm sure you think it already.
The real link by the way is that it was Mr H's Birthday today and along with the bloggers, gardeners and comics of this world we wish him all the best for the coming year. May your shirt collection grow and know no bounds and may all your bonuses be in pounds. Happy another Birthday!
Raise your glasses!
thegardener1969@msn.com
Mice
Last night, just as I was cleaning my teeth, my eye was caught by a slight movement to my left. I looked. Hmm, nothing but the bath. (large, white, deep, free standing) In the bath was a mouse. It was sitting on its back legs by the rubber duck. It was a field mouse and it seemed quite happy by my yellow friend.
It also seemed happy when I caught it with a pint glass and CD combo and put it outside. Me thinks my cats playing tricks on me...
Men
Errmm, I didn't actually have a natural link from this sub title but I liked the "Mice and Men" main title as an eye catcher. Now before you complain about cheap advertising tricks just think a moment. I could have been obvious and said what I thought about George W Bush and his current visit to this fair city, but I won't as I'm sure you think it already.
The real link by the way is that it was Mr H's Birthday today and along with the bloggers, gardeners and comics of this world we wish him all the best for the coming year. May your shirt collection grow and know no bounds and may all your bonuses be in pounds. Happy another Birthday!
Raise your glasses!
thegardener1969@msn.com
Monday, November 17, 2003
Ohhhh Errr
I seem to be suffering from bloggers block! Fear not I'm sure there will be some entertainment here shortly. I think my synapses may have temporarily unraveled due to over soaking.
Whilst you wait play musical chairs. Its great if your on your own because you always win! If your not the sporty type and don't like competing why not just sit on a chair and image that its picked you instead.
thegardener1969@msn.com
I seem to be suffering from bloggers block! Fear not I'm sure there will be some entertainment here shortly. I think my synapses may have temporarily unraveled due to over soaking.
Whilst you wait play musical chairs. Its great if your on your own because you always win! If your not the sporty type and don't like competing why not just sit on a chair and image that its picked you instead.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Whoo hoo!
I just couldn't help it.. I bought myself a treat (again) well why not :)
I have a new toy.. Its a new phone (sort of), it does all sorts as well as take and play videos. So it will be full of smut in no time... errrm *cough* sorry I do of course mean business presentations.
*Slinks back to corner* and struggles with the manual whilst the evil empire known as 'Orange' skips off with his soul and all his worldly possessions.
For the those that care its one of these 'Hee Hee Fun on a stick!'
Back soon I promise...
thegardener1969@msn.com
I just couldn't help it.. I bought myself a treat (again) well why not :)
I have a new toy.. Its a new phone (sort of), it does all sorts as well as take and play videos. So it will be full of smut in no time... errrm *cough* sorry I do of course mean business presentations.
*Slinks back to corner* and struggles with the manual whilst the evil empire known as 'Orange' skips off with his soul and all his worldly possessions.
For the those that care its one of these 'Hee Hee Fun on a stick!'
Back soon I promise...
thegardener1969@msn.com
Sunday, November 09, 2003
The Big J Returns And The Little M Departs
The Arrival.
Yet another old friend was around this weekend. Big J, so called due to his towering height, which is always handy at the bar, has returned to this crazy city after, oooh more than 20 years away in a dark place sometimes referred to as the 'Madlands'
I went to school with him. Yes dear reader I did indeed, once go to school. At least occasionally.
We met for a quiet Friday night drink.
He had been reading this page so persuaded me to show him some of my grubby haunts.
Oh dear, it happened again. Mojitos at Freud (no link cos I can't find one and even if I told you where it was you still woud'nt find it) Drinks at Blend (of course) then on to Lab which I do like, especially as the barman mixes my own Mint Martini Hoof to perfection.
Mint Martini Hoof - My Cocktail of the month for September, browse on the right if memory eludes you.
Oh god! Even worse! We ended at the Rex (again). I think I do actually mean ended as well.
My weekend was rather quiet after that. Why on earth do I put myself through it?
Top notch fun. Welcome back J!
The Departure
Some of you will know that I have long been the keeper of two wards. Morgan and Mouse.
Morgan departed this evening and has gone to join her former, part owner. She's one pussy I will certainly miss. Mouse is still here. He's a faulty cat as he dribbles when stroked and often cries at the wall for hours on end. We are both sad that Morgan has gone and as I speak Mouse is lying near Morgon's old sleeping ground with a wistful, heartbroken look in his eye. I don't know why, she really never liked him at all.
Cest La Vie...
The Arrival.
Yet another old friend was around this weekend. Big J, so called due to his towering height, which is always handy at the bar, has returned to this crazy city after, oooh more than 20 years away in a dark place sometimes referred to as the 'Madlands'
I went to school with him. Yes dear reader I did indeed, once go to school. At least occasionally.
We met for a quiet Friday night drink.
He had been reading this page so persuaded me to show him some of my grubby haunts.
Oh dear, it happened again. Mojitos at Freud (no link cos I can't find one and even if I told you where it was you still woud'nt find it) Drinks at Blend (of course) then on to Lab which I do like, especially as the barman mixes my own Mint Martini Hoof to perfection.
Mint Martini Hoof - My Cocktail of the month for September, browse on the right if memory eludes you.
Oh god! Even worse! We ended at the Rex (again). I think I do actually mean ended as well.
My weekend was rather quiet after that. Why on earth do I put myself through it?
Top notch fun. Welcome back J!
The Departure
Some of you will know that I have long been the keeper of two wards. Morgan and Mouse.
Morgan departed this evening and has gone to join her former, part owner. She's one pussy I will certainly miss. Mouse is still here. He's a faulty cat as he dribbles when stroked and often cries at the wall for hours on end. We are both sad that Morgan has gone and as I speak Mouse is lying near Morgon's old sleeping ground with a wistful, heartbroken look in his eye. I don't know why, she really never liked him at all.
Cest La Vie...
Thursday, November 06, 2003
Public Mingling
My goodness, isn't this great city just a melting pot!. Or do I really mean a noodle soup of oddballs?
I ventured onto public transport today for a change. There was a weirdo sitting opposite me on the way in. You know the type? Slightly suspiciously clean, but note. Not shiny. He kept staring at the woman opposite him in a scary way whilst pretending to read the Metro. Fine I thought (as I assume, did she), there's my one for the day.
But no! I got a proper, good value one on the way home.
This chap was actually a giant. You may think that if you were at least seven feet tall to start with that may be enough? But no!. Are you sitting comfortably? I shall describe him.
He was as wide as he was tall.
He took up two tube seats.
He was wearing a blue boiler suit.
he was perhaps late forties.
He had grey hair.
He was wearing glasses. But not ordinary ones... These were like dentists goggles with big clear shield sides.
Where his boiler suit was open, if you looked, you could spy spandex.
He was dressed underneath (I believe) in a big daddy style wrestling suit (in faux leopard)
He was carrying a large grey sack (like Father Christmas might have)
He kept pulling out books wrapped in paper bags and reading a page here and there. He would then snort in derision before returning the book to the sack and (after a pause) rummage for another.
And! - he smelt very, very odd. (Of libraries?)
To cap it all he muttered loudly, but sadly unintelligibly.
He didn't look stupid, nor did he give the impression that he wasn't aware of his effect on others. I think he knew that his presence was noticeable, and he was proud!
Normally I like to chat to people like this but even I felt slightly odd (or even nervous). So instead I broke the spell by chatting to the lady next to me and discussing her extensive collection of photographs of leaves.
You think I'm joking? Move to London and enjoy as I do if you don't believe me. These were just the notables.
There's a drink somewhere around here and I'll find it, just give me time...
If you are either of these people please email me as I have a screenplay that I could use you in funnily enough.
Fireworks
Last night I was heartened on the way home. Whilst driving through the East End I noted a particularly heavy Judge Dredd style firework war between two hulking tower blocks.
Obviously the local newsagents had done a good job in arming the warring clans and volleys of powerful starburst rockets and shells shot back and forth between the twin towers with serious intent to maim
I'm truly pleased that today's youth haven't gone all soft. It brings back good memories.
thegardener1969@msn.com
My goodness, isn't this great city just a melting pot!. Or do I really mean a noodle soup of oddballs?
I ventured onto public transport today for a change. There was a weirdo sitting opposite me on the way in. You know the type? Slightly suspiciously clean, but note. Not shiny. He kept staring at the woman opposite him in a scary way whilst pretending to read the Metro. Fine I thought (as I assume, did she), there's my one for the day.
But no! I got a proper, good value one on the way home.
This chap was actually a giant. You may think that if you were at least seven feet tall to start with that may be enough? But no!. Are you sitting comfortably? I shall describe him.
He was as wide as he was tall.
He took up two tube seats.
He was wearing a blue boiler suit.
he was perhaps late forties.
He had grey hair.
He was wearing glasses. But not ordinary ones... These were like dentists goggles with big clear shield sides.
Where his boiler suit was open, if you looked, you could spy spandex.
He was dressed underneath (I believe) in a big daddy style wrestling suit (in faux leopard)
He was carrying a large grey sack (like Father Christmas might have)
He kept pulling out books wrapped in paper bags and reading a page here and there. He would then snort in derision before returning the book to the sack and (after a pause) rummage for another.
And! - he smelt very, very odd. (Of libraries?)
To cap it all he muttered loudly, but sadly unintelligibly.
He didn't look stupid, nor did he give the impression that he wasn't aware of his effect on others. I think he knew that his presence was noticeable, and he was proud!
Normally I like to chat to people like this but even I felt slightly odd (or even nervous). So instead I broke the spell by chatting to the lady next to me and discussing her extensive collection of photographs of leaves.
You think I'm joking? Move to London and enjoy as I do if you don't believe me. These were just the notables.
There's a drink somewhere around here and I'll find it, just give me time...
If you are either of these people please email me as I have a screenplay that I could use you in funnily enough.
Fireworks
Last night I was heartened on the way home. Whilst driving through the East End I noted a particularly heavy Judge Dredd style firework war between two hulking tower blocks.
Obviously the local newsagents had done a good job in arming the warring clans and volleys of powerful starburst rockets and shells shot back and forth between the twin towers with serious intent to maim
I'm truly pleased that today's youth haven't gone all soft. It brings back good memories.
thegardener1969@msn.com
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Poorly Boy
I know how much you all care that I have got Flue (or some such). The steady stream of emails and the flowers and cards piling up in the kitchen says it all. Oh go on someone send something? OK, OK forget the flowers, errm just a ribbon? At least the cats could play with it and leave me alone to practice sniffling in a pathetic way.
I've always had a good record with colds and things, eg. I didn't get them. Yet this is at least the third one this year (at least!!) Hmmm. Some musing on this topic has indicated that perhaps there is a correlation between me historically, not being single, and my current 'fly by night' status.
So there's another mystery solved. Mingling with the general public makes you ill.
Cocktail of the Month for November
Green Dragon
Gosh, the things I do for you. Much auditioning has gone into this one.
Only drink last thing at night, not at the beginning!. The usual warnings apply.
You will need.
Vodka (as usual I recommend Stolly)
Green Chartreuse
Ice
Mixing Glass
Mixing Spoon (or other suitable implement)
Cocktail Strainer
Cocktail Cherries (or Cocktail Onions if you like that bite)
Cocktail Sticks
Cocktail Glasses (Martini Type)
Fill the mixing glass with ice, add two measures (up to you how large. How many of you are there?) of Vodka and one measure of Green Chartreuse. Stir for a good while until its all very, very chilled.
Strain into the glass(es), and garnish with a cherry or an onion speared on a cocktail stick.
Drink then recline. As this cocktail contains nothing but spirits over 40% vol you will have no choice before long. Oh, and be careful near any naked flames... (there is a pun there)
The Green Dragon is a truly lovely colour and even if some would say it does taste a little medicinal its been responsible for me forgetting where I live once or twice lately.
Speak soon my pretties!
thegardener1969@msn.com
I know how much you all care that I have got Flue (or some such). The steady stream of emails and the flowers and cards piling up in the kitchen says it all. Oh go on someone send something? OK, OK forget the flowers, errm just a ribbon? At least the cats could play with it and leave me alone to practice sniffling in a pathetic way.
I've always had a good record with colds and things, eg. I didn't get them. Yet this is at least the third one this year (at least!!) Hmmm. Some musing on this topic has indicated that perhaps there is a correlation between me historically, not being single, and my current 'fly by night' status.
So there's another mystery solved. Mingling with the general public makes you ill.
Cocktail of the Month for November
Green Dragon
Gosh, the things I do for you. Much auditioning has gone into this one.
Only drink last thing at night, not at the beginning!. The usual warnings apply.
You will need.
Vodka (as usual I recommend Stolly)
Green Chartreuse
Ice
Mixing Glass
Mixing Spoon (or other suitable implement)
Cocktail Strainer
Cocktail Cherries (or Cocktail Onions if you like that bite)
Cocktail Sticks
Cocktail Glasses (Martini Type)
Fill the mixing glass with ice, add two measures (up to you how large. How many of you are there?) of Vodka and one measure of Green Chartreuse. Stir for a good while until its all very, very chilled.
Strain into the glass(es), and garnish with a cherry or an onion speared on a cocktail stick.
Drink then recline. As this cocktail contains nothing but spirits over 40% vol you will have no choice before long. Oh, and be careful near any naked flames... (there is a pun there)
The Green Dragon is a truly lovely colour and even if some would say it does taste a little medicinal its been responsible for me forgetting where I live once or twice lately.
Speak soon my pretties!
thegardener1969@msn.com
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