an unfortunate experiment

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It was late. I was tired. I was, perhaps not surprisingly, a little drunk.

I never really enjoyed Friday nights in the college bar, and this was one I had particularly not enjoyed. But I had a hip flask of brandy to console me, and console me it did as I left early and walked home.

We lived in a flat about a mile out of the centre of Oxford. It was a nice flat, and it had a Booze Cabinet. The Booze Cabinet resulted from our predilection for cocktails, and was well stocked.

I can't remember why I decided to taste everything in it. It made sense at the time. It also made sense to record my findings for posterity (or possibly for the coroner). The only paper to hand was our "phone book" - a school exercise book pressed into service as a repository for phone numbers, lists, doodles, and now lab notes....

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