I have surpassed the Sire in terms of price now – conte Lodovico costs just 0.85 Euro a pop. It’s so cheap I’ve left a bottle in the street for over a day to chill, and no-one has run away with it. Tramps and winos in france must live like kings. It is cheaper than […]
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How can the B52 be called something else in France? “B cinquant-deux” indeed. I can put up with a San Francisco B52 being mixed and not having distinct layers of goodness in a shotglass. Mainly because you get about half a pint of mixed Baileys, Grand Marnier and Kahlua in a half pint glass in
The big difference this week was that Mike arrived to join our crusade against gravity and skiers. The conversation before Mike was typified by the phrases: “It’s cold out here.” “It’s warm in here.” “Why isn’t it warm in here?” “Guess what, it’s snowing.” “I can’t see anything.” After Mike had arrived, our repertoire of
Week four of snow boarding, the legend continues. Read More »
