The one and only time that I’ve voluntarily drunk gin was in the middle of a desert, after midnight, sweating like a sweaty thing and dying of thirst.

Herself – who is a G&T drinker – came back from the bar and plonked a long glass of bubbly liquid in front of me.

All they had left – said she.

Bear in mind that we are in a Muslim country…….miles and miles inside the Arabian Desert. It’s taken us half a day to get there.

Now – There is dry (zero-alcohol) and there is DRY (almost dead from the thirst)

I H A T E Gin. Yuk. And I H A T E tonic water.

But I drank the beggar and asked for another :o)

Mother’s Ruin.

Thanks but no thanks.