A few days ago Mr P turned 39. He decided that turning 1839 would be way awesomer. And the awesomest thing about combining 1839, London and oscillating metallic technology is Steampunk. Obviously.
Yesterday evening, we donned appropriate attire, met some gorgeous friends at an underground speak-easy in Marylebone to partake of absinthe and gin. I tried a cocktail named ‘Charlie’s Magical Pick Me Up’, served in a squat stemmed glass with a small medicine bottle on the side. This contained a pill to be disolved in the drink.
Suffice to say, it was magical, and it did pick me up (though some of it got in my moustache).