What is ‘the meaning of life’?...A rather deep and soul searching question to start a gin blog with you might think. But stick with me here... Sure, it’s a fairly broad and wide spanning question. And one that people around the world have tried to find a conclusive answer to since the dawn of time.... Continue Reading →
She would suddenly appear in front of me, once a week on a Saturday evening, in a plume of colourful smoke. And she was absolutely ‘bloody’ terrifying! One minute I’m chilling in front of the TV, watching ‘Blind Date’ with our’ Cillar or the homoerotic muscle-fest ‘Man O Man’ (a retro throwback that demands a... Continue Reading →
To be fair, it was coming straight for him...what else was he supposed to do?! It stooped and stared, and scratched at the ground as it prepared to attack. It was an old fashioned ‘stare off’, the aggressor plotting as it’s victim was frozen in fear. And then, quick as a flash, it lunged for... Continue Reading →
Boobs! There’s no other way of putting it. A great big pair of boobs. Right in my eye line. I felt almost guilty... I was stood next to my wife, who was busy having a conversation with an Estate Agent, and I was unable to take my eyes of this other woman’s chest. In fairness... Continue Reading →
‘What’s the time difference over there’ I was asked. ‘About 10-15 years behind the UK!’ I had wittily quipped. A jovial jibe maybe. But that’s actually not too far from the truth when regarding gin... I was paying another vacation visit to my parents home base in Evian, France. (Note to reader: If you are... Continue Reading →
Oh god...My heart sank as the question came...‘sorry mate, have you got a hammer?’. Here we go... We had called maintenance to come and take a look at some minor reparation works needed to our city centre apartment. A call heeded by a rugged chap we’d come to lovingly know as ‘Old Phil’, on account... Continue Reading →
Ah. A day at the beach. Is there anything better in this life?... There’s something kind of magical about being near the ocean, with the sand between your toes, the summer breeze in your hair and the sun on your back that puts the mind and soul at ease. There’s a peaceful tranquility to the... Continue Reading →
Festivals. A quintessential part of the British Summer. And as I sit gazing out of the window to pen this little ditty, I’m greeted by a sign that leaves me in absolutely no doubt that we’ve reached that glorious time of the year... Yep, you’ve guessed it. It’s bloody raining. Again. Relentlessly! And it’s at... Continue Reading →
So there I was. On my own, in a metal cage, hanging upside down. And as the wheel started to turn, a shudder went down my spine as I contemplated my own mortality...was this really the end?... Sure, I’d climbed in to the cage voluntarily. Heck, I’d even paid to do so! It had seemed... Continue Reading →
Welcome back to Part 2 of my interview with Graveney Gin's Master Distiller, and one woman whirlwind, Vic Christie!... In Part 2 of my chat with Vic we discussed the highs and lows of being a one woman operation, why gorillas feature on the bottles and what surprises you can expect from Graveney Gin in 2019.... Continue Reading →
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