Hello and welcome to my very exciting first post! Exciting for me obviously, I realise that anyone else who reads this will probably want to hold off on the excitement until they’ve read more than the first line.
I decided to include this photo of me for two reasons. Firstly, I think it’s always nice to be able to put a face to a name when meeting new people. And secondly, as you will no doubt have noticed, I am enjoying possibly the MOST inappropriate drink of all time.
No… your eyes did not deceive you. It is indeed a West Coast Cooler. And yes they do still make them – you can find them in most bottle shops shunted to the outer reaches of the alcopop section. Looking slightly sheepish in the company of intimidating Smirnoff mixes and elegant Midori concoctions. But still, defiantly, there in all their 80’s throw back glory.
And for any younger readers who are still trying to work out what I’m on about – this is what ladies drank the FIRST time high-waisted jeans were in fashion.
In my defence I have to say that West Coast is not my usual tipple of choice – in fact I probably have them about once a year. (As I wrote that last line I thought I heard a very faint chorus of “yeah, right” echo through the night).
So why tonight? It could be because I’m feeling a little hung-over from my work Christmas party yesterday, and their sickly-sweetness makes them a non-challenging choice.
But the main reason is that I couldn’t think of a better way to christen this very innappropriate blog than with the mother of all inappropriate drinks.