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When I am Old...
...I fully intend to be like my grandpa (apart from the having grandchildren bit) and take people out to meals - starting them with champagne - and not resist when the pudding menu has a Chocolate Martini and an Espresso Martini on it. Because they need to be tried. And then, when the Espresso Martini turns out to be a bit like pondwater, I shall simply congratulate whoever picked the chocolate one and be very pleased with myself and my sticky toffee pudding anyway.
(My mum and I were taken out for dinner with champagne and amusing not-Martinis served in Martini glasses - we made the people at the next table jealous, apparently! It was great.)
Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately, which is quite sad) I shall not have stories to tell about World War II and my friend who was in the 'Camel Corps'. Nor about how I used to write into the Financial Times because they got the figures for BP wrong.
(My mum and I were taken out for dinner with champagne and amusing not-Martinis served in Martini glasses - we made the people at the next table jealous, apparently! It was great.)
Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately, which is quite sad) I shall not have stories to tell about World War II and my friend who was in the 'Camel Corps'. Nor about how I used to write into the Financial Times because they got the figures for BP wrong.
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