A naval victory in Rome, pizza reminiscences and a digestif with a
kick.
For some years now I
have been keeping a secret. A secret of such enormity that had I the
slightest hint of humanity in my pathetic shameful body I would have
shared it with the world as soon as I created it. I speak of nothing
less dear reader than the antidote to the most debilitating self
inflicted curse since Adams apple lay undisturbed on the ground
fermenting before someone came along, picked it up and sucked it. OK,
that may not strictly be the origin of alcohol but what we are
talking here is - The Hangover.
You may be wondering
why such a selfish, uncaring monster as I has now decided to go
public. Well it turns out that even though I created this life
reviving concoction while hunched over the hob and steadying myself
with one hand on the kitchen sink tap I wasn't the first. The
Italians have been making it for years, although as a hangover cure
they haven't quite perfected it, but, to be fair perhaps they don't
have the same incentive that I had.