
Antarctica, Antarctica
No penguins yet, but I am sure the Wandering Albatross with the 12ft wingspan gliding outside the bar window is eyeing up my Martini! There's a lot of bloody sea out there to choose from so there must be something he is after and the way he keeps looking at me, then my martini, then back at me, it seems pretty obvious what it is. Maybe, just maybe, the Bloody Mary at 11, the champagne before lunch, the wine with lunch, the G&T during the lecture on discoverin...