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bigbadwolf Wrote:

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> "(PS For the purposes of this unsupportable

> assertion, a G&T is not a cocktail)"

>

> Nor is Vodka and Cranberry juice which people I

> know like now and again after a hard day on the

> si...office.


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Oh I did belly laugh at that last bit Foxie, though add a little grapefruit juice & you have a "Sea breeze" ( invented at The Atlantic bar in Soho ) yes indeede.....



Cheers



W**F

"Networking Reception and Cocktails - Hotel Bar - 6pm." No thanks.


"Jorge, our mixologist, combines modern techniques with classic recipes in our award-winning Red bar." Get tae f...


"Debs and Phil invite _____ and ____ for cocktails. Sunday at 6:30." Hangs self.

"Alternatively a Moscow Mule can really kick, depending on the spiciness of the ginger beer."


The ginger beer eh. Sorry Kpc, but this is the only cocktail you'll find in Moscow.


http://cinemaelectronica.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/molotov-cocktail.jpg

Neil from no. 46 is trembling with excitement, as he fastens his raincoat tightly over his naked, hairy belly. He knows what 'dress to impress' means. He's always fancied Debs, and he thinks he detects under her light, brittle manner a special warmth for him. He adjusts the fit of his.. well, I suppose you'd call it underwear. It pinches rather.


The doorbell rings. Debs answers in a wrap dress and last year's must-have gold-twist heavy jewellery. She is heavily scented, heavily made up and definitely completely dressed. Behind her, a number of definitely completely dressed people contemplate plates of tapas.


Can I take your coat, she asks politely, uncertainly.

Or...


Neil studies his middle aged gait in the bedroom mirror. His second marriage wasn't kind to his waistline but Kathy made herself abruptly clear that it was either the scratchings or her. He fishes the last pack of scratchings he ever wants to see and discards them in the bin where he catches a glance of the gloating postcard Kathy sent him from New Zealand telling him how well equiped her husband half her age is. He'll show the bitch, as tonight it's drinks at 7 round at Phil and Debs. He might even enquire about that power drill he lent Phil last month.

Debs answers the door and Neil politely ignores her black eye and pecks her on the cheek. He can smell the tang of Vodka over her perfume but doesn't mention that either. In the living room he spots Phil, the guy he was always a bit scared of at school. Phil was always a one with the ladies. There was even rumours of an affair with one of the dinner ladies at school. Questions were naturally asked and nothing came of it but Neil knew the truth.


As the night progresses the atmosphere between the hosts becomes ever stormy and Neil follows Debs into the laundry room to offer his shoulder to cry on, a shoulder she's cried on a thousand times before.

bigbadwolf Wrote:

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Debs

> into the laundry room to offer his shoulder to cry

> on, a shoulder she's cried on a thousand times

> before.


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Counseling is what she needs, poor cow.

Moos Wrote:

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> woofmarkthedog Wrote:

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> Don't you start.

>

> *puts down the biscuit*

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OOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo



Have a drink why don't yuoooooooooo. ( to wash down the biscuit )

Thank you Iain, it's one of Mr Blush's creations. If however you don't have the ingredients or indeed patience to make a Mojito then take note. Take one half of a watermelon. Take some crushed ice. Put both the deseeded chunks of watermelon flesh and crushed ice into a blender. Blend. Pour the mixture into a cocktail shaker. Top it off with either cold lemonade or ginger beer (I prefer lemonade) and then add a generous amount of white Rum. Shake and then slip into a paradise of refreshment.


It really does make one's toes tingle.

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