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I have been a total posting failure of late, despite interesting things having happened. So instead I present three words:

Winter. Spiced. Ribena.

Spotted in the Co-op on Thursday. It's the Ribena version of mulled wine, and it is fabulous.

Today I am drinking my accidentally-invented easy homemade lemonade.

( The Discovery )

( The Lemonade )

As I mentioned in my Whitby write-up, at some stage maviscruet offered me a glass of Not Port.

( What Port? )

Things from the internet:

1. A government e-petition to "Make wrongly describing a casserole with a pastry lid as a pie a criminal offence." (Thanks to Will for the tip-off.)

I'm torn; clearly this is a cause after my own heart, but I feel slightly bad about wasting Government time. On the other hand, as

onebyone pointed out, the "review" stage has already happened and the petition is unlikely to get to the required 100K, so all the time that's going to be wasted already has been. I also take slight issue with the petitioner's rather hardline approach to genuine top-crust-only pies.

2. Someone's made me a to-do list! 25 Pubs You Must Drink In.

6 down, 19 to go. Though for clarity I'd like to confirm that the Birch Hall Inn is not in Whitby, it's in Beck Hole. It took me a minute or two to work it out, because I've never heard its name (in fact, I've never heard anyone call it anything other than "the pub in Beck Hole".

(I've drunk in The Spaniards Inn, the pub in Beck Hole, Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem, The Eagle and Child, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, and The Dove.)

The Jerusalem Tavern, Clerkenwell, is unknown to me and pretty convenient for a post-work drink, though, if anyone fancies joining me.

Current Music: The Indelicates - David Koresh Superstar

The more observant may notice that I am not in Whitby. This is because I was far too excited about going to see Frank Turner at the Kentish Town Forum this evening.

I shall spend quite a lot of tomorrow galloping up the A1.

Although I'm a bit confused about how to do WGW these days. Once upon a time I knew about a million people there, and since they were all in the Elsinore all the time, it was dead easy to catch up.

These days, lots of people have stopped attending. And the people who are there probably aren't using LJ any more, so I don't know that they're there. And even if I do know, they're probably exercising free-will and being in one of any number of pubs at any given time. So I can't find them.

Yes, yes, I know people have phones[*] these days. Trouble is, there's lots of people whom I don't necessarily know all that well, so wouldn't contact them to demand social engagement. But if I ran into them, I might stop and have a pint.

So... er... yes. If you're going to be there, do endeavour to run into me. We can have a pint! (Other beverages are probably available.)

[*] On which note, I shall endeavour to actually bring mine with me this time.

Current Music: The Indelicates - Diseases of England

Some time around now - today, according to the mother, though I don't know where she got her info from - we can celebrate the 150th anniversary of the G&T.

The gin and tonic was invented (by the British army) in the hot climes of India, when foul-tasting quinine-laden tonic water was still the best way to ward off malaria.

I think it says a lot about the Victorians that, faced with unpalatable medication, their solution was to mix it with gin.

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