25 October 2015, 12 noon
Other things I failed to get permission for:
25 October 2015, 8 pm Ahhhh… A proper gin and tonic at last. You can have a gin and tonic in Washington. You can have a gin and tonic on a plane. But so often you get the gin that carries a picture of one of Her Majesty’s Yeomen Warders, wearing Her Majesty’s dressing-up clothes, and such a gin tastes a bit like Her Majesty’s silver polish. Add tonic and you have a composition suitable for use in descaling a kettle, which is no fun to drink when the sun’s past the yardarm. It will come as no surprise that at home, I have a choice of eight different gins. I cannot decide between them, so I have one of each. I wonder vaguely if I should have sought permission for this, but conclude that there are some aspects of my life which really are none of CIPA’s business. 26 October 2015 I find it difficult to wake. Because of the jet lag, obviously, not the eight different gins. Eight gins is a mere aperitif. I can prepare a whole notice of opposition after eight gins. Although I have to remove the insults before I file it.
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