I have discovered that it is a bad idea to try to drink the alphabet in vodka.
Last night I saw the play Zelda, Scott and Ernest at the Gielgud Theatre performed by Norman Mailer, his wife Norris Church Mailer, and George Plimpton (who also wrote the play). It was an entertaining clever little play. I got the very strong impression that Ernest didn't much like Zelda. I got an equally strong impression that Norman's wife is a terrible actress. Admittedly, it was just three people reading, but Norris tried a touch too hard, bless her cotton socks.
Afterwards, I met a number of friends at the Polish Vodka Bar, including my dear friend and soon to be landlord, Irish John. John got very excited about the sheer number of vodkas on offer and got it into his head that we should try to drink one of each letter available. This, boys and girls, is unwise. We made it to W; there were several letters that didn't have Vodkas named after them but not many.
Actually, bizarrely, I managed to avoid feeling too ill but others were not at their best the next day. And just the sight of some of those who also took up the alphabetical challenge was enough to convince me to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.