I work for Black Cow vodka as their brand ambassador.
The people, always the people! Meeting and working along side people from all over the world, picking up secrets and tricks of the trade from different cultures, the stories of adventures they’ve been on, who’ve they met, why they do what they do, what keeps them moving. Human emotional, without it, we got nothing!
My local pub, with my girlfriend and my dog. I have the luxury of being able to eat and drink in the worlds most talked about venues (sorry, I sound like a twat, but it’s true) but at the end of the day that’s the only place I want to be.
A very rare bottle of Wray & Nephew coconut rum I’ve kept safe in my bar at home from the early 1980s. When I first started working at Mark’s Bar my bar manager David Andrews bought the last, intact cases remaining in the world. We had industry folk begging, offering their first born for just a drop of it. We drank the majority of it, served up as coconut rum daiquiris after work by the bucket, now only a few bottles survive scattered around the city.
Depends on the hangover really, I like getting to know my hangovers. Always cold, fizzy water. Neck down a bottle of that and you should be sorted. In
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I’m going to die soon, aren’t I?