Bunny, Poppy and I went to join Fat Sister, King Russell and some other friends at a local pub this evening. They’d been there for a while by the time we arrived and Fat Sister was already tipsy.
When Poppy asked me what I’d like to drink, I paused for a second to think about it. Fat Sister jumped in with, “Gin.” I said “No” and started to say what I wanted, but she interrupted me again saying, “Gin.’ Followed by, ‘Gin, gin, gin, gin, gin!”
Poppy again asked me what I’d like. This time Fat Sister stayed quiet and I ticced, “Gin.”
Eventually I was able to say what I really wanted and Poppy came back from the bar with what I’d chosen – rum and ginger beer. Not gin.