I toyed with a number of headlines for this article, including
Stuart Bradley and the Unknown EMI Artist, but all of them sounded as much like rejected Harry Potter titles as the above example. Unfortunately, it’s pretty much the best I can do, as the event I’m reviewing was several weeks ago and I wasn’t even meant to be there (I got in by claiming to be a tech reviewer for a national newspaper that was writing an article on social dynamics within the electronic music scene). An elaborate story to construct sober, let alone after a heavy evening of after-work drinks, I credit being able to blag entry to the gravitas of this lie.
I’m going to be perfectly honest with you - I hate vodka. In fact, aside from [proper] ale, champagne, cognac, and white wine, I won’t touch much else. Nonetheless, being the adventurous spirit that I am, I accepted an invite to an exclusive evening of Belvedere vodka tasting at the oh-so-trendy Callooh-Callay.
