When I die facedown in a pool of something disgraceful, let it be said of me, at least, that I was a happy drunk. And that I observed occasions well.
The turkey was excellent (perhaps a bit garlicky; I’ll get the plain one next time). The wine as bitter as anyone could hope. James Bond hasn’t [...]
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