I have a new job which makes me work five days a week. Five days! Surely a civilised man needs a day before the weekend to think, eat dim sum and ‘work on his book’? There’s so much interesting booze stuff going on which I haven’t had time to write about. Luckily just as oranges are not the only fruit, I am not the only person writing about drink. Take my little brother Thomas for example: aged four he threw a wooden toy fire engine at my head. It bloody hurt. I was eleven at the time and predicted that he would never amount to anything. Since then he’s managed to tame his demons and has written this excellent guide to the where to drink sherry in London. I am so proud of him.