...reminding me of a film I once saw.
Where do you start a story?
The punch-line is that I've just had a Withnail and I moment.I sat there and spied a bottle of Isopropyl Alcohol. My son had pointed out a bottle of Gin earlier. For a moment I caught myself wondering if it was drinkable. I read the label, from top to bottom. The only serious warnings were about eyes and electrical equipment. Nowhere did it actually say not to drink it. Has a bit of I Gin taste to it, funnily enough.
But this is not the place for the punch-line.
In the moment I'd want to describe I was Marwood.
How do I begin that story when I seem unable to tell the story that explains why this matters.