Non-bike-post alert: what’s all the fuss about with gin?

I’ve been kind of aware of it for a while. My friend the Hack is a fan, I’ve seen these “festivals” cropping up. Number One Son and his partner, Little Miss Sunshine, are both keen on it.

Now The Fair Lady Scully has been bitten by the bug.

I wouldn’t mind, but a bottle of the stuff is whacking on well past thirty quid. That’s single-malt territory. For Mothers’ Ruin!

I don’t get it at all.

Mind you, I had a glass last night and it was delicious…