127 051008 - Hot, Dirty Russian

This weekend has been fuelled, almost entirely, by alcohol in many, many forms. I don't like going out when it's raining, it makes my hair wet, which takes quite a long time to dry so I generally hide.

Largely due to boredom, apathy towards PS3 games and desire to use the £7.00 pot of Hotel Chocolat hot chocolate that's been sat on the side, Charlotte invented something called a "Hot, Dirty Russian". Upon telling me this, I thought she'd tied up Anna Kournikova for me in the bedroom, but no such luck. This drink is essentially hot chocolate with vodka, kahlua and cream. The Anna Kournikova metaphor isn't totally lost, as it really burns on the way down (ok, I'll stop).

I don't like measuring alcohol, so just melt some of this awfully (justifiably) extravagant hot chocolate on a stove, pour it in a glass and chuck the alcohol in. Sip it (because it's not just the temperature that burns you) and I promise it'll soon be gone.

In unrelated, but very important news - avoid the O2 Store in West Quay, Southampton. They are a bunch of jerk-offs.