Now that we’ve finally found the key to the bar, do please come in. I am terribly sorry about the leaky roof and I think the cat has been sick on the carpet, but I haven’t had time to clean … Continue reading
Some of us need less caffeine; some of us need more. Today’s cocktails are being served in the Call Centre of Doom, where we have all been forced to take employment as a punishment for whining. AnotherMike is the boss, … Continue reading
Our Dr Pockless has the right idea: trams! And we’re all going on our very own Uborka Cocktail Tram. Everyone’s queuing up in the rain wearing our best little cocktail dresses and trying to keep our feet dry. We can … Continue reading
Listen, when I invited you to cocktails, I was taking the piss. I’ve had a nice week. Minimal amount of work, lazy mornings, slobbing in front of the telly, and we’re going to France next week. School holidays are ace. … Continue reading
It’s a warm and still afternoon. Beams of sunlight from high windows spotlight the desks. The only sound is the turning of pages and occasional surreptitious slurps of cocktails, which of course should not be in the library. What a … Continue reading
Ladies and gentlemen, please take your pews in the Church of Uborka, for a service celebrating faith, which is officially defined in your prayer books as the triumph of hope over rational thought. One of the main tenets of Uborkanism … Continue reading
The whole reason last summer was so wet in the UK was that we were doing a lot of camping. We shivered at Corfe Castle at the beginning of May, had damp hangovers with the Gammidgys on a lovely organic … Continue reading
Chin Chin! Continue reading