A rose by any other name

Having a clear out of the drinks cabinet to make way for the xmas delivery. Came across this. I keep shoving it to the back of the cupboard, but I have really resigned myself to the fact that no one is going to ever drink it.

The smell of coconut transports me back to package holidays, big hair and coloured jackets (and that were just the lads*). Funnily enough I had just finished watchting the Hitman and Her link on Instography's blip. Mind you the ladies in that video are so sophisticated there'd only be the real Malibu for them.

In other news I have shaken off the manflu.

And also, I am not going to Tesco again. I can get everything I need from the local shop and even have a blokey chat about the football. And it's stress free.


* sorry, cheap gag