Groo.
In honour of my 40th birthday celebrations last night, I offer the cocktail and the cure, both from the 1938 edition of The Weekend Book.
Mr Sutton’s Gin-blind (“to be drunk with discretion”) is, I imagine, a kind of pre-war Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.
To be followed by this massively hardcore hangover cure, that sounds like something an alchemist might brew up in a cauldron. I think I’ll stick with tea and toast.
