So there I was last Saturday week, doing my bit for Guinness pensioners everywhere, propping up the bar of The Great Institution on my favourite stool. By all accounts it seemed like quite a standard Saturday. That was until the barman who is sometimes known as ‘King of the Quips’ gave me the momentous news. He had come up with a new cocktail and he was naming it after me. I almost fell off my stool. Almost. ‘What’s the story, Peter Gorey’ comprises limoncello, peach schnapps, orange and cranberry juice. It’s delish.
I have scaled Everest. It’s all happily downhill from here.
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