Now is an appropriate time to serve up those cocktails – Late. Like some of the people we’re reminded of. I was going to serve everyone with Midnight Mementos, but frankly they look/sound bloody awful.

So instead, Karen’s drinking a G&T – well, a very large G with the T contained in a different bottle – which is definitely needed after a day with SouthWest Trains. Thankfully, Pigwotflies is helping to get rid of the tonic, although she’s wasting vodka on it. That’s why she’s only getting crappy bar-brand Smirnoff to mix into the tonic. Although it does make the tonic taste (slightly) better.

Asta is getting smashed on Blackberrys (which is infinitely better than a smashed Blackberry) which sounds like a damn good plan.

Lori is braving a snowball, because she’s too much of a lightweight to bother with the bottle of Martindonnay that her other gran drank on occasion. Sounds like rocket-fuel to me, but what would I know?

Gammidgy is dealing with a bundle of meeting numpties, and thus needs to drink cider in order to forget the trauma. It’s a lot cheaper (and easier) than professional psychotherapy. In this case, I think the cheaper and more plentiful it is, the better.

Finally, Pockless is drinking one of Bumpy’s whiskeys (and I’m neither asking, nor making something of it) and Graybo is being brave and drinking whatever I pour. This may be the death of him, but he’s handling it manfully so far. The Kamikazes are going to his head, but we’ll get there.

The human overlords™ are away today so it’s been devolved to Yours Truly for Cocktails.  You’d think they’d have learned by now, but no…

So. With Mortality being at the forefront of the mind/attention in various abodes, today’s one is going to be about drinks that remind you of others. It’s a bit tenuous – but what drinks make you think of someone else? Granny’s sherry, the smell of dodgy Campari, or something more uplifting.

It’s all up to you.

Because of only doing this now (and later than usual) cocktails will be served later too, sometime in the early evening. (Punsters would suggest they should be served in the mourning, but I’m not that crass)

Ladies, Gentlemen and Others, you’re under bartender’s orders. Name your poisons…

NOW!