I went to a Business Awards ceremony on Friday night when I should be at home with my love and our child upstairs sleeping and sat through the night among an army of women with too much foundation and the men trying to look important. Ghastly. Stir in a liberal helping of turgid D-list celebrity chef MC-ing in the manner of someone whose career had truly bottomed out and you have a night not so much to remember as to never forget.Nice to be among some of my colleagues but the evening was truly redeemed by Champagne. Free at reception and drunk continually for almost an hour, I was in the mood for anything after that, even the Dockland Light Railway on my way home alone. What is it about "Shampoo" - it's not just the lightness of the liquid or the gentle roll of bubbles. I think there's also a thrill of something slightly dangerous because it can sneak up on you and leave you feeling quite helplessly drunk. The trick is to drink it continually but carefully, not let it settle and then top it up with Red wine, not white.
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