Stepping out into the cold air this evening, I was reminded that while it may be amusing to bring a novelty liqueur to the office Christmas party, it is not advisable actually to drink it. Those things are stronger than they look. Ah well, made for an interesting (as in the old Chinese curse) cycle ride home.
But I wasn’t the only one who’d had a few too many. I don’t know what automated train announcement voices drink, but the one on our train had reached the boringly repetitive stage and was still insisting to anyone who would listen that the next station was Clapham Junction even as we were pulling into Vauxhall.