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Hot sun 
has got me beat
It’s no fun
Smelting melting sweltering heat
Dripping slipping flipping sweat
Hot hot hot hot
Is not not not
What I want!

Sweat running funnelling 
rivulets down my back
No where is cool
Alas, alack!

No room in the fridge to join the others
Its already full of grandma’s brothers
The heat has got to me!
And I am dead

What’s that you said?
Have a drink
I think 
I hear you say
‘Okay!
I’ll have a gin,
A pink!’
I say with a grin,

As long as it’s got ICE in it’



—Lesley Scoble, August 2020

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Music Audio – The Heat Has Got Me Beat 🎶

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Gin

I don’t think I’ve ever drunk gin without ice. Quite unlike in Hogarth’s day, when people happily imbibed home‑brewed gin neat — and in substantial quantities.

In the 18th century, the taste for gin grew to epidemic proportions among the lower classes in London’s slums. The British government had banned imports of French wine (can you imagine having no French wine), and the shortage only increased the popularity of cheap gin — along with the misery that followed widespread overindulgence of said spirit.

William Hogarth’s Gin Lane

William Hogarth created the engraving Gin Lane to illustrate the rampant drunkenness and destitution afflicting the impoverished classes in the 18th‑century slums of London. The print was intended to highlight the plight of those ruined by gin and to encourage efforts to improve conditions for the poor.

The publication of Gin Lane helped raise awareness of the suffering endured by the lower classes, underscoring the urgent need for reform.

Hogarth also engraved a companion plate titled Beer Street, which praised the virtues of beer in contrast to the perceived evils of cheap gin. He produced both plates himself to save money and support this social campaign.

Gin Lane

Gin cursed Fiend, with Fury fraught,
Makes human Race a Prey,
It enters by a deadly Draught,
And steals our Life away.

Virtue and Truth, driv’n to Despair.
It’s Rage compells to fly,
But cherishes, with hellish Care,
Theft, Murder, Perjury.

Damn’d Cup! That on the Vitals preys.
That liquid Fire contains
Which Madness to the Heart conveys,
And rolls it thro’ the Veins.

Reverend James Townley

Are you now well and truly warned about the evil excesses of gin? 

Do not let that dispirit you! If you drink with care, you can avoid becoming a drunken subject of a modern-day Hogarth—or suffering a hangover!

My First Pink Gin

My first pink gin was a sundowner at a little bar perched high on a Mediterranean clifftop. The terrace offered a view I shall never forget. I sipped the ice‑cold drink while gazing at the setting sun over a deep mazarine sea, beneath a blushing sky the very same hue as the pink gin in my glass. It felt as though the drink had tinted the entire scene. Ever since, I’ve associated pink gin with warmth and a sinking sun. Drinking water is, of course, essential for quenching one’s thirst (as we all know), but I’ve always had a partiality for pink gin — perhaps it’s the colour.

It has been some years since that first pink gin. The night was warm, and the bar stood on a Majorcan clifftop. Today I am far from the Med, yet I find myself on a hot tropical evening in a bar in Old Change, near St Paul’s Cathedral. The scenery may be different, but the temperature is much the same. The day has been scorching, and we are all trying to keep cool with a cocktail that is a variation on the theme of pink gin.

It is, after all, of utmost importance to maintain regular liquid intake during hot weather (and I’m certainly not arguing with that).

Sips of the delicious concoction are to the accompaniment of sounds of the dongs and bongs of the bells of St Pauls’s close by—and to the unusual sight of a small colony of starlings enjoying ripe figs on a fig tree. Ripe figs? I am astonished to see ripe figs In London. Well, I never! I’ve never seen that before.

Starlings | Photos: Lesley Scoble

Starlings are back in the town! They have of late been few. In the past, thousands of these extraordinary birds filled the sky at dusk in murmurations around the dome of St Paul’s Cathedral, but today, their numbers have plummeted to the depth that places this beautiful bird on the endangered red list.

This amazing bird is now red listed. Since the 1970s, the UK starling population has plummeted—and the decline in soil invertebrates may be the primary cause.

It is such a joy to watch this small chirpy colony of starlings eating ripe figs here in the City.
Seeing these happy intelligent birds has cheered me enormously. I do hope they thrive and increase in number.

How to Make a Classic Pink Gin

• Bitters is an important element of Pink Gin — it is an alcoholic ingredient of herbs and citrus (Angostura bitters is probably the most well known). *also used as a hangover cure!
  
• Add a few dashes of the bitters into your glass of favourite brand of gin. The bitters are the drink’s seasoning condiment to add to taste. Two to three dashes per 50ml measure is recommended, and probably enough, as it is of strong concentration and you wouldn’t want to over do it! ( I suppose if you add too much you could always add more gin to dilute! – but probably not advised, ahem)
  
• Mix the gin and the bitters well with a ‘bar spoon’ (or fork, or twig, or finger if lacking a bar spoon!) and pour into a glass of ice cubes.
  
• Add a twist/slice of lemon and there you have it! Easy!

*Try not to consume too much of it! Even though it is very nice! You don’t want to end up like some character in Hogarth’s Gin Lane do you!?
Drink responsibly. And make sure you drink good old H2O to quench your thirst.

Chin-chin! Bottoms up! And cheers!

Keep cool and stay safe – and stay in the pink!

Weather update: at the time of going to press the temperature in London has returned to a more normal comfortable level in the 20° degrees zone – but there is currently a howling gale which has broken the tomato plants that were laden with ripening tomatoes (encouraged by recent hot weather that I’ve been complaining about!) growing on our small balcony! So, do not be a little surprised if my next blog isn’t about excessive wind!