Midget Jones’ Diary

A WHOLE BOTTLE. Sorry if anyone thought I’d been poisoned, I just never got the chance to update.

But more of that later. Because it’s time for… ANOTHER MYSTERY SERVICE STATION! Unfortunately I haven’t been able to identify this one yet, but I can tell you that it’s somewhere on the route from Brighton to London. Similarly to my other Mystery Service Station, I remember very little of what happened thanks to having been unconscious in a Ford Transit for half an hour.

I do remember this, however: I bought a litre of gin. At two in the morning. I didn’t really understand the arse-clenchingly massive significance until the next morning when I resurfaced to find an unopened bottle of gin on my floor. I wish I could find out more information, as clearly the number of opportunities to buy spirits on Britain’s roads late at night is criminally small. We’re so far behind the rest of the continent in some ways.

The Mystery Service Station earns itself a well-deserved five unwaxed lemons out of five.

Now, back to the rancid champagne. It was a bottle of vintage cava, so not technically champagne, but it cost me an arm and a leg at the time so I thought I’d save it for a special occasion. Three years later, and I decided amongst myself that Tuesday the 21st of November was a suitably noteworthy day to enjoy it.

Now, I’m no Jilly Goolden, but it tasted a little odd to me. I gave it the benefit of the doubt though, because vintage champagne and I are not the most regular of friends. As with all things, after the first glass it started to taste alright.

So there we go then, two for one! Any news on the location of the illegal booze service station will be added as I find it. Any donations of vintage champagne are encouraged.