Recently, I was given a free bottle of Oliver Twist Gin for my efforts blogging for them. I was so excited to have a bottle to myself that I decided to shun my friends for the evening and lock myself away at home with a pizza, Pretty Women on DVD and a bottle of tonic water. It became clear that I was enjoying my new found reclusive drinking a little too much when I started wishing that I was a prostitute so that Richard Gere could whisk me up and pay me to live in his penthouse suite for a couple of weeks. That was around about the time that I decided it was probably a wise idea to go to bed.
The next day, I surprisingly woke up feeling fresh and lacking in hangover and started preparing myself for the night ahead which was to be a night of travelling back to the days of my youth by having a sleepover with a few close girl friends.
I rocked up at their house with nothing but my pyjamas, toothbrush, duvet and bottle of Oliver Twist Gin, and the night began…after making homemade pizza’s and opening some Christmas gifts.
With our stomachs lined, and our livers ready, we decided to commence with the festivities by mixing cocktails (of which many were created) and using my OTG I created the slumber party sensation that is…wait for it….Vickerish Allsorts.
Instructions as follows:
1. Give yourself a generous helping of Oliver Twist Gin.
2. Give yourself a less generous helping of vodka.
3. Fill the glass till 3/4′s full with tonic water.
4. Fill near to the top with orange juice.
5. Add some trusty grenadine.
6. Pop in a straw, umbrella, or anything else you fancy popping in to snazz up the glass.
And hey presto, your OTG Vickerish Allsorts cocktail is ready to drink.
What happened as a result of my new cocktail creation was as follows…and I would recommend this to any women who feels like throwing a sleepover.
Firstly, I decided that with my increasing knowledge of the Gin industry, I would teach my friends how to taste it properly to which they were very pleased to be educated in the art of, well…just about anything really. After a few cheeky drinking games it got to the point where every time a Lady Gaga song came on the TV we would get up and try and copy the choreography, which as you could imagine, with us all being in pyjamas with our bellies full of cocktails, was rather amusing. Especially when we started using the playing cards as props and were laying on the floor waving our legs in the air.
Next, it was time for a prank involving silly string, which as a consequence of a faulty spraying technique, failed awfully and ended up with us chasing the dog around the lounge to ensure the little rascal didn’t eat any of it. Talking of the dog, I seem to recall us singing a song to him, dancing with him, and I think at one point someone even tried to sit on him by accident.
When we were bored of doing all that we decided to name the rooms of the house after pubs in our town, calling the dining room the Cock N Bull, the lounge The Golden Lion etc. and doing our very own in house pub crawl. We didn’t make it past the lounge and decided it was off to “Vlades” (the local must visit place for grub after a few drinks) where we rustled up a tray of chicken goujons and chips.
Shortly after that, we passed out in our allocated sleeping spaces (the sofa, the floor) and woke up wondering why the dog was acting a little strange in the corner. Whilst I do not condone loutish behaviour whilst drinking (in public), I would certainly recommend buying a bottle of Oliver Twist Gin and having a girly sleepover like we did, but for the love of god…make sure no one brings a camera!
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