Last night I was lucky enough to attend a Hendicks Gin party at the glorious Wiltons Music Hall.

As small small indication of just how bloody incredible the evening was, the picture above is an ice-filled bathtub in Wilton’s foyer. The taps, when turned by a beautifully groomed man in a top hat, pour Hendricks Gin.
My evening, was the shiz, and naturally, it got me thinking about work.


