There is a gin for the day after a fast day. It is especially appropriate if the fast day
did not work, for example because you ate stuff. It is called Elephant Gin™.
Elephant Gin is a beautiful, beautiful gin in a beautiful,
beautiful bottle. 15% of the profits
from its sale go to African elephants. Which
is nice, although I’ve no idea what the elephants spend it on. The gin contains apple and elderflower and
ginger and some weird things you might have preferred to be left in Africa – luckily
there is not much can survive in 45% alcohol, even something that started out
as a flesh-eating parasite.
This one is an eccentric gin. It is kicking through piles of leaves because
you like the sound they make, even though you are old and dressed like a patent
attorney. It is tap-dancing to ragtime
piano music when no-one is looking. It
is eating a Creme Egg® filling-first, using your finger to scoop out the good
bits, and the same with the froth on the cappuccino at the station kiosk, that
doesn’t come with a spoon. It is saying
yes to everything, because most things you say yes to turn out to be fun. It is, basically, just asking for you to
drink too much of it. And why not? It’s for the elephants after all.
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