28,000 Days To Live

One of my childhood favourite cars, i mean one that i used to obsess over, was the Mustang. Add to that the Mini (the proper British Leyland one, not the huge BMW one), Subaru Impreza (again, the older version, the WRX STI), the Aston Martin DB9, the Aston Martin DB5 and you pretty much have my dream garage. Recently i was given the opportunity to take a spin in a Mustang and it drove exactly how i had hoped! Acceleration - Jumpy, growly, sputtering - like an excited and drunk alsatian! Handling - Just keep turning... the steering column is connected...promise! Braking - Oh you want to brake in a STRAIGHT line...nah sorry bro. Interior Comfort - Imagine a metal shell with a stonking great engine lumped at the front, it even had a switch for the horn, not a button and certainly not on the steering wheel...that would be too easy. Number of Fs given - Zero! Such a ludicrously fun car that its impracticalities melt away as soon as you touch the go peddle. A truly charmingly, ment

I went to this with a good friend and fellow gin connoisseur - a small underground gin bar and distillery near to St Pauls. They greeted us with a gin and tonic (of course) made with their signature London dry gin. They then took us around the back to the stills and explained the history of gin, the word coming from Jenever, a juniper based liquor that was the first traceable version of gin. Apparently, going back to the 1600s, soldiers were allowed certain rations of alcohol per day: English, a gallon of beer, dutch a litre of jenever etc. As the Dutch were allowed a  whole litre of highly alcoholic Jenever, the English marveled at their bravery in battle, which is where the term "Dutch Courage" originates from - Who knew? After the history lesson we tried another 2 london drys, an Old Tom (Sweetened Gin, goes into Tom Collins) and Sloe Gin. Made me remember why i love Sloe Gin so much!