I know I promised you a gin-based post, but it’s tax deadline week so I’ve been sucked into a vortex of despairing communication with HM Revenue & Customs that’s lamentably devoid of frivolity, martinis or indeed much hope. This is not a place from which inspiration springs, even a little. So instead of something well-written, here are some blurry pictures of the Polo Bar in Jaipur.
It’s a reminder to myself that somewhere beyond the Cimmerian gloom of tax returns I used to have a life that involved going places and doing things. Mostly at the Polo Bar I had martinis. Controversially the barmen here favour the ‘double-shaking’ method, but after fixing the barman with a look carefully poised between charming and murderous it never happened again.