Well I finally managed to get a decent few hours’ kip last night and feel blooming marvellous today as a result.
Apologies for my recent absence; I simply didn't feel much like blogging this last couple of days. Anyway, on with the theme...
I’m not convinced that it was sheer exhaustion that eventually laid me down since it could just as easily have been the copious and varied amounts of alcohol consumed in the way of cocktails yesterday evening.
Now I’m usually a good British beer or red wine man. I do enjoy an Irish whiskey or a decent brandy and of course the occasional glass of Nelson’s Blood (rum). Gin and Tonic is usually as exotic as it gets for me though, so the Blue Lady, the Pink Whoteveritwas (bloody lovely that one) and the rum/apricot brandy and mystery thing were very much out of the ordinary.
The cherries, olives, bits of cucumber and pineapple that appeared on or in glasses were fascinating. So were the sugar frosted glasses themselves and the nibbles that accompanied these liquid delights.
When cocktails were offered I imagined a poor attempt at a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred, so the whole experience was unexpected and extremely pleasing.
I can say this without fear of contradiction; if it really was the varied cocktail mix that put me to sleep last night, I shall certainly be repeating the experience VERY soon! 
