So it was the Day of the Dead and I was in Palm Springs – you can make
up your own joke about that. And I was
sitting at the bar of the Kaiser Grille, and saw they had a “Signature Martini”
menu, a list of drinks most of which are not in any conceivable sense a martini - the
Antioxidant? – gimme a break.
But they
did offer the Vesper - pretty faithful to the one in Casino Royale; a
variation within the form, rather than a breaking of the form.
And I ordered it and it came – and to be honest it was a little
bit sweet for my tastes but that was perhaps to be expected from the
Lillet. But it was fine and it looked very
good.
But here’s the thing - and I don’t think this is especially surprising
since you’re supposed to think about your dead friends on the Day of The Dead,
and I’d been doing that - the bar tender looked an awful lot like my old friend
Mick who died last year. I didn’t tell
the bartender this because I think it would have been weird, and I didn’t take
his picture because that would have been even weirder, so you’re going to have
to take my word for it, but it's true.
Looking through the files I could only find one picture of my friend
Mick. The lighting does make it look as
though he could be in a hot, fiery place - actually it’s a curry house in
Sheffield. But he does look as though
like he’s having a good time. He usually
did.
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