I was in Shoreditch last night. Drank cold brew coffee in a café and watched grown people skateboard past on the street.
Find Wine!
I realise it’s a bit like complaining that my diamond shoes are too tight but I got hit by a crazy skier last week whilst on the slopes in Austria and now I’m on crutches with a ruptured cruise ship (I’m told it’s cruciate but I prefer cruise ship) ligament.
I’ve been dying to tell you about this: I’m writing another book. And this time, we’re back on the booze. Out next year, it’s all about how to make really good cocktails at home.
Last night, having just finished setting up for a KMWC wine tasting, a robin appeared and perched on the edge of the ice bucket.
Maybe it’s the back to school feeling in the air. More likely it’s the fact that I’ve got deadlines. Whatever: I can’t stop clearing out cupboards.
