Night on the town
Good
My drinking companion, Mr S was waiting at the bar and struck up a conversation with the lady standing beside him. 'Oh, aren't ladies fussy?' she said, indicating the pink cosmopolitan being prepared. 'er...that's for me' he was forced to admit.
Dirty martinis and fish finger sandwiches.
Standing in the pub in Soho, I saw a man in a long black coat and hat rummaging in a bin. 'Why is that rabbi going through the bins?' Rabbi turns round. 'Oh wait, it's Pete Doherty'.
Very, very, very bad
Midori and lemonade. Why? Why? Sweet baby Moses WHY?
Comments
It's rank.
We used to drink it when we were children and it seemed like a good idea at the time (after a martini that was basically a glass full of vodka with some olives in it and a bottle of wine). How wrong we were.
At least I don't have to interview high profile architects today, unlike some. Hee hee.
Midori looks like it seeped out of a leaky barrel of toxic waste. Please tell me you didn't drink any.
'fraid I did.
*gag*
"Get that irridescent filth away from me Sir!" (What I would say to someone offering me Midori.)
Minks - ew!
Oink - mainly vodka (or gin) a teeny, tiny dash of vermouth, olives and olive juice. Yum! It really was the big-faced buffoon - we went out to check and everything.
Irridescent filth? B, you rock!
Damn, we were too drunk to think of that! He's probably squandered all his money on crack though.
The rabbi/Pete Doherty comment has caused a major explosion of tea through my nose.
Well done.