We entered st James power station as invited guests. I'm living a fictitious high life. In case you don't know who the"we" refers to, they are all the promoters from the liquor company I'm working for. Even so, we still had to queue. The guest list must be mile long. Fortuntely, we got a ktv room all to ourselves and people sure can drink. The able drinkers drank themselves silly, downing shots of chivas and martell like soda.And me, on the other hand, treats whisky with disdain. So I kept myself to the little flute of champagne and munched on ice cubes furtively.Furtively because someone would pass me a drink if they discovered me without a decent one. I'm really curious to look at the bill for tonight. WE had a reallly decadent dinner at carlton before clubbing.
Hence you can imagine how much alcohol companies are earning.