Well ... I chose wine. I have partaken of a wondrous assortment of whites, reds and dessert wines; not to mention brandies, calvados and liqueurs. And the perfectly chilled Nastro Azzuro beforehand.* All accompanied by a meal of the very highest standard, including Kobe beef and something equally unusual, the "food-miles" of which were, I'm sure, a resounding great big FUCK OFF to George Monbiot and his ilk.
It was all utterly magnificent. The company was superb, the conversation witty and intelligent. And for today, I really don't even care what the fuck politicians do.
Thanks to the customer who paid, thanks to old friends I saw, thanks to the restaurant that really blew me away again. You know who you are. Or maybe you don't. But I'm grateful either way.
I may blog again tomorrow, depending on the enormity of the hangover.
*If there are any typos in this post, I'm sure you'll forgive me under the circumstances!