Cocktails, Stefan Radu and news

Morning, folks.
Yesterday, for the first time in quite some time, I indulged in a few libations. As I’m what you might call a ‘lightweight’, it took a mere 4-5 of the bizarre concoctions on offer to render me a slurry moron capable of little or no sense. I’m also monstrously susceptible to hangovers, and I have a head that feels as if I’ve been repeatable struck with an iron bar.
I couldn’t face writing today, but it’s an obligation as well as a pass time. So here I am; at work, trying to combine making shortbread with jotting down something mildly i...