… and I watch agog at the current preponderance of them. There’s a gastro pub with rooms near to me in the wonderfully named Cholmondeley which offers 365 different ones … maybe that’s why they have rooms.
I asked what happened in leap years, I doubt I was the first to enquire. They told me that on 29th February they had a guest gin.
But … to the point … we had a lesson yesterday on, effectively, “gin by numbers” as Rex, bless him, tried to make Toby pull his finger out. Basically a 3 or 4 item step process.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: gin is what you invent when your distillation tech isn’t quite there yet and you need to hide the nasty flavours with something stronger. It’s a common drink and making it fancy is comprehensively missing the point. (Well, there’s a surprise.)
You know what’s going to happen, don’t you? They’ll misspell the label and/or mix up degrees proof spirit with percentage alcohol by volume. And slap the labels on crooked.
And no need to worry any more that one’s dissolute ginswilling will show in one’s face. This is not, as far as I can see, a joke. Just a sign of the End of Days (in which case no need to worry about the wrinkles anyway)
Yes, that’s all very well, but which of the (at least) 28 types of collagen is it? And why would eating it be any better for you than eating any other protein?
Bet it would make a brilliant toner. Then one could suck the cotton wool (yeuch. sorry, comrades) - a sneaky way of avoiding that last, embarassing drink in public…
University friend of mine found live patients not to his taste and some years later was doing research work on connective tissue issues at a rather grand Institute, using poor knockout mice. He tried to sell it to me as ‘But Gus darling, I cause softer mice for the older cat’.