It’s just ruined vodka
May 04, 2020
2 minutes
TEXT THE GUARDIAN
I live daily with the fear that, like Hector in Alan Bennett’s , I am “not in the swim”. At the great dinner party of life, I’m on the children’s table, a mere spectator of the grown-up fun. This is because, deep breath, I don’t have a favourite gin. Yup, I know. If I were asked at a bar which gin I would like
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