“One time I went shopping for shirts and suits, but then I found the most beautiful pair of socks and I thought, “I just have to buy this”. So when I did, and I was at the counter, the cashier told me, “You can get another pair of socks for a half off since we’re having a special sale.” So I did, I went and got another pair of socks and then they told me, this time, that if I buy another pair of socks, I’ll get another pair of socks for free…And so I bought another socks to get another pair of socks for free and they told me again that if I buy another pair of socks, this time, they’ll let me have two pairs of socks for free. And I did. So by the end of the day, I had bought about 7 pairs of socks and no new suits or shirts. And I thought to myself, “This is my life now. Spending money on socks.”
thetadoctor: Sherlock Holmes and John Watson cocktails
1 oz. Top Shelf Vodka (We’re talking about Sherlock. Try Grey Goose or Belvedere)
1 1/2 oz Cranberry Juice
1/2 oz Blue Curacao
Directions: Use a chilled stemmed glass. This drink would look smooth in a Martini Glass. Pour the ingredients in the glass in order. When you add the Blue Curacao, you’ll notice the color smoke into purple. Ah, Science. Optional Cherry Garnish, but don’t over do it. The body is just transport.
The game, Mrs. Hudson, is on!
1/2 oz Light Rum
1/2 oz Tequila
1/2 oz Gin
1/2 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Triple Sec
Directions: The Glass doesn’t matter too much, you’re not trying to show off. Try a stein type shown here, or a Collins Glass. Shake the alcoholic ingredients with ice and strain into the glass. Fill with Orange Juice. You’re allowed to feel fancy, Float some Grand Marnier if you’d like. Add Orange Wheel. The idea is to let them think that you’re innocent, then you can unexpectedly kick them in the face.
Now people will definitely talk.
Drinks created and photographed by Toki.
So I was in the National Portrait Gallery and…
Tell me you see it! Tell me you see it, too!
(Well, it amused me. But then again, I am easily amused.)
The portrait is of John Horne Tooke by Thomas Hardy.
John. Tooke. Took(e). Just sayin’.
John H. Tooke??
Guys, someone at the National Portrait Gallery is trolling us.
HISTORY is trolling us, at the very least.
“There’s no doubt that if you saw that simultaneously icy and ferocious performance of Cumberbatch’s on the big screen this past weekend, you saw something special. But if you haven’t yet heard him desperately hunting up and down a cabin full of passengers for an elusive lemon, or being tricked into delivering a cabin address in the world’s worst French accent, or saying things like “I carried the sheep for you. I climbed the tree. I rode the back of the truck. But now I have to X-ray these geese” … you’re missing out.”