I'm not sure if you've ever been in the designated driver situation where you end up at a soiree and the host assumes that the only guests not drinking alcohol are children? As much as I like Um Bongo it's always a little embarrassing to reach the end of the carton and make that loud, conspicuous slurping noise while in the middle of a conversation. Down with this I say and hooray for the now bursting market that is adult soft drinks and cordials. I'm not Rhubarb, Rosehip and Lime Fizz
I'm not sure if you've ever been in the designated driver situation where you end up at a soiree and the host assumes that the only guests not drinking alcohol are children? As much as I like Um Bongo it's always a little embarrassing to reach the end of the carton and make that loud, conspicuous slurping noise while in the middle of a conversation. Down with this I say and hooray for the now bursting market that is adult soft drinks and cordials. I'm not 
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will know about my penchant for sloe gin. I'm not sure what it is about infusing your own alcohol that I like so much. Perhaps it's the romantic idea of foraging for food, connecting with the land and being able to puff out your chest in pride when you've picked a kilo of berries. It could be to do with the fact that I like gin. Either way, my second post about drinks looks at mixing up sloe gin 
