And the moral of the story is...... be adventurous with fruity alcoholic drinks and talk to random strangers at the earliest available opportunity.
Fab story!
I too fell prey to the lure of a fruity cocktail even though I ABSOLUTELY hate the things in real life.
Shared a table with Lightbody over the summer; marvellous company, lots of after dinner drinks.
Ended up in the Yacht Club one night after evening of fine French themed cuisine (Abba night I do believe?). Lovely summer night in the Med, balmy warm air so sitting outside and enjoying a glass or two. Managed to tempt Rob - as another fan of ye olde single malts - to go for a Rusty Nail instead.
All good. Next cocktail choice was his..... Little table with man making special cocktails of the day by the door. Lightbody procured something that I do believe was referred to as a Riviera Breeze. Pink, fruity, stuff on the top of the glass, tasted like a liquid version of pear drops.
Fast forward to next morning... arrival in Barcelona. Early alarm call for breakfast before tour. Alarm worked, shower worked - strange pear drop taste in my mouth even after toothpaste and memories of trying l'escargot for the first time the night before. Thoughts of coach ride to see Gaudi stuff..... ooh, so not a good idea.
Put 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, lay down in my towel on the bed, moaned and groaned and fell asleep only to be woken up by strange sloppy sounds, a face at the window, followed by another one, and another one.
Moral to my story?..... Don't let Rob choose the drinks..... and beware of towel slippage when Cunard window cleaners are nearby
