gin

Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead.

We do not serve spirits to the ladies.''As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady

Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.

So,_ I said. __xactly how long have the two of you been together? I assume that you__e been going hot and heavy ever since that night at Fletcher__ house when the bounty hunters interrupted you. Am I right?__inn and Bria didn__ look at me or each other.__ight,_ Bria mumbled. __lthough if it makes you uncomfortable____hen Gin__ just going to have to deal with it,_ Finn cut her off.Bria stared at him in surprise.__hat?_ Finn said. __ worked too hard and too long to get you into my bed to just cut you loose now, cupcake.__ria__ eyes narrowed. __upcake?___upcake._ Finn grinned at her. __r would you prefer snuggle bunny?__ria__ hand drifted down to the gun on her leather belt, as though she wanted to pull it out and shoot Finn with it. Well, it was good to know I wasn__ the only one who occasionally had that reaction to him....Then I fixed them both with a hard stare. __ust don__ ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?__hey nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But she couldn__ stop a grin from curving her lips.

Beloved, we join hands here to pray for gin. An aridity defiles us. Our innards thirst for the juice of juniper. Something must be done. The drought threatens to destroy us. Surely, God who let manna fall from the heavens so that the holy children of Israel might eat, will not let the equally holy children of Niggeratti Manor die from the want of a little gin. Children, let us pray.

As I watched them file down the stairs, I didn't cry and I wasn't afraid. But I couldn't tell if it was Jesus or the gin.

The trick to loneliness is to spend a lot of time inside one__ head.

boys, girls and music . . why do they need gin?

Slick pimps, bribing civic kingpins, distill gin in stills, spiking drinks with illicit pills which might bring bliss.

Like a great fool, I went ashore with them, and they gave me some cursed stuff they called gin, - such blasphemy I never heard! At first when they told me they had set up a great distillery of gin, I thought them very useful, clever, good men; for you know, captain, any nation might be converted by hollands; -but this was the unchristianest beastliest liquor I ever tasted, and it made me - as I feel now. Yet the foolish, idiot-people of the island think it very good, because it makes them mad-drunk, and they believe Heaven sent it; but it made me believe the devil had got amongst them.

Things, since you left, have not gone well with me: they have taken me from a place where there was gin to a place where there is no gin[.]

The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes!" "I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me.

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

She's got a man's nightshirt on and stockings with holes in them. Somebody else's tie, a gold and green chevroned number, hangs around her neck and just at this moment it looks like a king's mantle draped over her shoulders. Her hair's all loose, her lipstick and eyeliner gone a-roving. She's got a cigar in one hand and a jar full of gin in the other, and she's laughing, laughing like for once that damned chicken crossed the road for something really good.

I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin.