Politicians are lying snakes. Banks make money. G&Ts are for drinking. Oh, how simple the world used to be! A place for everything and everything in its place. Now politicians are inspiring hope; banks are - well you don't need me to tell you what banks have been doing lately; and my blessed, most holy gin and tonic has gone all bloody transcendental.

I blame those gastronomic genii, Bompas & Parr, who, after confusing our senses with last Valentine's delightfully bizarre scratch 'n' sniff cinema, are back in town with a new transubstantial pop-up.

Setting up in Soho in reference to its historic relationship to alcohol (they mean the preponderance of gin houses during the 18th century, I'm told, rather than the swarms of 21st century underage out-of-towners staggering about at 3am, vomiting everywhere), they've gone and created an enormous walk-in cocktail of breathable booze.