Erms, Ahhs and Haha's

My brain is mashed potato today.

Today I walked into my local Co-Op to buy some last minute "we-live-in-the-country-so-everything-closes-at-four-might-need-pizza-or-ice-cream-tonight" supplies. Along with the inevitable Sunday buys like 4 million cal Phish Food I got the latest issue of FRONT.

Right there in black and white is my name under "workie scum", a strangely proud moment of mine I must say! The usual guy who calls in the products had yet to strike gold with blagging any gin for their boozy test feature so I has been on a mission...
Some of the higher end distilleries and companies got an flowery edited version of the big blag, needless to say I didn't mention it was called "Wasted" and their lovely gin would be marked out of five and probably likened to poop of some kind.

What amazed me was the speed at which the PR companies send out their packages; there was a biker man rather muffeledly asking for me within a few hours, in his hands were jingling bottles. Great, along with gin came smiles in the office. Sadly the replica they were going to make of me out of empty bottles has yet to be made, but i'm still holding out hope...

Of course the official taste test was an office full of twenty somethings getting drunk on a Friday afternoon, but who am I to complain; it's great to see something in print using my quotes and products I'd used a bit'a nouse to get! Right there in black and white was what I had been preparing for since my teens, booze reviews..."It's okay on the way down but the aftertaste is something like an old sock, or licking an old piano". Tears of joy at this point.

Sure you'll agree my review was very professional.