We at Metro here know you love your gin. Like, SERIOUSLY love it.
When you’re not drinking it, you’re eating it, or you’re dating it, or you’re freaking out about its (improbable) disappearance. You’re spending *all* your salary and inheritance on it, you’re buying things that are THEMED around it, or you’re just wearing it as a perfume.
Forget Pastafarianism; we in Britain worship at the Church of Gintopia, and we worship with pride.
But hang on for minute.
You may think you love gin, but do you really know it?