“I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobby bar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was done. I held the glass, its inverted… — Stuart Connelly Copy Share Image
“I should like to elbow aside the established pieties and raise my martini glass in salute to the mortal arts of pleasure.” — Bob Shacochis Copy Share Image
