Give me the mutha f***ing cocktails

After the previous weekend of excess, I thought we'd be ready for a quiet one until we decided to host a cocktail evening. Within a week we'd (perhaps) over-did the preparations with a cocktail menu and far too much booze ordered through Asda (surprisingly well-stocked with obscure spirits), Ocado (who stock Tuaca) and a grand haul of Japanese beer, Shocho and plum wine (Japan Centre).

The menu was scripted by Kerry on PowerPoint whilst I injected some themed style of using The Usual Suspects which got us in trouble with Kerry's work. It wasn't the cock in cocktail but the quote within the emailed document of 'Gimme the fuckin keys you fuckin cocksucker mutha fucka arrghhh!'. Something like foul, non-business language with sexual explicit under-tones. Ooops!

The night itself was another mad rush of fast drinking with Keyser Soze's canopes going down well and the following drinks being asked again:

Lady Killer: Gin(1), Apricot Brandy(3/4), Cointreau(3/4), Passion Fruit(2) and Pineapple Juice(2)
Jade: Midori (1/4), Blue Ciracao(1/4), Champagne(top-up), Angostura Bitters (dash) and Lime (1/4)
Overdose: Southern Comfort (1/3), Vodka (1/3), Amereto (1/3), Orange Juice (1/3), Pineapple Juice (1/3)