I talk a lot about gin, way more than I drink it, and way more than I know about it. Until just now.
And now that I know, thanks to Wikipedia (and it must be true if I read it on Wikipedia), that gin and tonic was originally devised as a preventative against malaria, I think I might just drink a little more of it. The mosquitos are bad this year, bad I tell you, and there's something desperate and brave about drinking gin so as to avoid a sweaty death.
But oh my, what have we here? 67 litres a day, wot?
And here it is, already 3 in the afternoon. I had better get a move on if I'm to remain alive.
Toodles.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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