Beefeater Irish ambassador Ciara Farrell
Gin.
Gin.
Ginny gin gin.
Nigel Goggin writes:
Beefeater, the world’s most awarded gin, invites gin fans to register for the chance to attend the most exciting mixologist event in Ireland this year.
Join Beefeater Master Distiller Desmond Payne, Global Brand Ambassador Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge and a host of Ireland’s best bartenders at Fade Street Social [Fade Street, Dublin] on Wednesday September 30 at 6pm for the Irish finals of the Beefeater MIXLDN Global Bartender Cocktail Competition.
To register your name and be in with a chance of winning a ticket for two places at this exclusive event please email Aoife@conwaycommunications.ie
We have FIVE tickets to giveaway PLUS five free BOTTLES of Beefeater gin to give away to five broadsheet readers. To enter, just complete this sentence.
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel___________________________’
Lines MUST close at 4.45pm 5.10pm
Remember, if you’re not in you can’t gin.
Beefeater MIXLDN Global Bartender Cocktail Competition
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel fabulous.’
I want Ciara Farrell
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel horny. then depressed. then apathetic. then hungry. then sleepy. but i wake up in the morning horny, then depressed, then apathetic…’
^ Perfect man.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel deeply depressed. Maybe it’s the juniper berries or the bottle and a half I drink daily. Mixed with tonic its the ideal way to keep away the dark thoughts that would normally assail me until morning comes, and the voices start up again. The fresh lemon really brings out the flavour and is, realistically, the only way I’d ever get vitamin C. When I think of Beefeater I remember the many beatings my father would measure out in one of his rages, fuelled by this premium gin (and a few grams of the white shtuff!). It’s a memory in a glass, really. You can use that if you like!
Depressed.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel my way around in the dark.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like crying in the shower
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like dancing, gonna dance the night away ……
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like people who say gin makes them depressed are idiots.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like the mother of a queen.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel.
dang.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I want more gin.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel I’ve a permanent grin.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel so so grim.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel really really sad as there seems to have been a total failure of the sloe harvest this year, meaning I won’t get to make any sloe gin. Which leads to a depression that only neat gin can fix. Gin.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel triumph, glory, celebratory, splendour, nobility, illustriousness, smarts and distinction. ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel fine and dandy.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like the night is starting. Like the street lights are heating up to illuminate the couple arm in arm on their way for their Saturday date, to silhouette the heaving embrace of a lads’ night out of birthday celebrations.Like the crisp evening air is set to illustrate every profound word uttered through shattering teeth in a city pub doorway. Like life is happening.
Eh … Chattering teeth.
Shattering teeth in pub doorways is exactly the opposite of what mood I’m going for there.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I’ve already won this prize of gin.
I want gin. Give me gin.
Gin makes me feel like throwing the lips
at Maire Geoghegan Quinn
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I’ve drank the tonic.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel Gincredible.
Bravo
Gin. Gin
Makes me sin
The more I drink
The wilder the kink
Or
I want Gin
Gimme Gin
Gin makes me feel
Like home’snot far away
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel up my cousin.
Tomorrow September 30th???
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like a middle-aged woman at a Christmas party ready for a new fling and another gin
I want gin. Give me gin.
Gin makes me feel like…well, hard to begin…like Huckleberry Finn, or The Might Quinn, playing the violin, through the streets of Berlin, follyed by vermin, wearing a jolly grin, like a great oul skin, with kinder and kin, making a right oul din…….till the morning rolls in.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like punching someone in the face. Not because of hate, because the beauty was too much for me to digest. Lets go for a stroll on the canal, rant about wine while you demolish taco fries and pretend we know about politics. Can we beat up a swan? If the pigs come we’ll blame the pov’s from Love/Hate and frolic in the car park. Flip the queen.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like Podge Flynn, sitting in my mansion, going for a swim.
Trish wants gin. Give Trish gin. Gin makes Trish feel normal. This mother is already ruined.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like drinking more gin, which pretty much makes me your ideal target market.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel happier than David Cameron on the set of Peppa Pig
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel empty and frantic like a cat, tied to a stick that’s driven into frozen winter sh!t… oh, I meant… healthier and more productive *coughs*
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like chicken tonight.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me wanna win. Stand on a bin and grab a fish by it’s fin, be told by a bouncer called Tim that I’m now not allowed in, which is a sin as I am fabulously thin, because of the gin. No truth lies therein.
Drunk
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like im on top of the world :)
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn’t really a drink, it’s more a mascara thinner. “Nobody likes my shoes!”… “I made… I made fifty… f-ing vol-au-vents, and not one of you… not one of you… said ‘Thank you.'”. Well that’s what Dylan Moran feels about gin, I actually quite like it
I want gin. Give me gin.
Gin makes me feel like (RA RA) Rasputin, afore he met his assassin.
Russia’s greatest love machine? (pre Putin, of course)
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel classier than I am. It’s like the rugby of the drink world. I like drinking gin while watching rugby.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I can finally begin, to lay some beats to the people in the street and get all of you now stamping you feet! GIN! GIN! GIN! GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel all punny inside. ImaGINe a world without gin, it would be very dry indeed.
As sad as a Jew nipper.
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I am queen of the world… Giddy at first, happy, it’s a taste sensation with gorgeous after-effect. Happiness. Pure sheer joy. Want for more. And more… and at some stage, happiness turns into creativity, it is like sucking on God’s brain! Yeah, lets jump out of the airplane, lets go to orgy, let’s fly to New Zealand and see some turtles… Wait, did you book your 3 month trek to North Pole? My life would be very very boring without gin. Give me more gin. Please.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like a retired colonial officer who can’t get the image of the drowning boy out of his mind.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like Gene (gin) Kelly singing in the rain, running through the streets not giving two focks.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel good and you look better!
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like the suave, debonair, mysterious, smouldering man candy that I am on the inside, beneath the bumbling mess.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel SALUBRIOUS
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel pretty, oh so pretty and witty and gin-nay….
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel stupider. Must be the juniper.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like dancin’, I’m gonna dance the night away…
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I’ve just panic-bought gin instead of whatever drink my friend actually wanted.
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like I have ‘Gin Visions’
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel up me fella, so give me the gin for his sake.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel much classier than when I used to drink vodka, even though the results are the same…
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel alive and ebullient, followed swiftly by forgetful and sometimes even suffering with a incredibly powerful banging headache/puking me ring…’
*an
‘I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel miiiiiighhhhh-high-ty reeeee-hee-heel’
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like a man with only a fork living in a world of soup
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
Sebastian Hamilton-Mudge
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel happy, like on the ketamine, an excited mannequin on the lash in Ho Chi Minh. Give me gin, I’ll be so happy with me gin, wearing a sh1t eating grin, even worse than Podge Flynn, on the way back from a 20k seminar with Tony Quinn. Please give me gin, I’ll need more gin.
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel like a natural woman…who drinks gin. Gin.
Who win said Gin?
Sloe gin day.
Did I GIN??
I want gin. Give me gin. Gin makes me feel happy!