The hilarity this caused at the table was as surprising as it was embarrassing. Everyone had some ‘old person’ joke to make and people enquired as to whether I’d need to shoot home early to feed my cats or finish my knitting (yes I knit, no I don’t have cats). No other drink, except perhaps Campari, causes so much ridicule.
OK, so when my sherry arrived it was in a sake glass, it was warm, and it was well past its drink-by date, but I drank it with pride.
My name is Golly, and I’m a sherry drinker!