Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

I dropped a morphine capsule in my Moscow Mule

Would it provide the mental lift-off necessary to enjoy our restaurant outing?

For an aperitif I bared my teeth at the waiter and asked for a Moscow Mule. [ALP AKSOY / Alamy Stock Photo]

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