At our after school club party today we made cocktails. Don't worry, they were only combinations of lemonade, blackcurrant, pineapple juice and peach squash, but we put sweeties in some of them to make them extra fizzy. Bebe, Martin and I drew up a mocktail menu. We invented the Bebe Bubbly, the Martinini and the Margirita, and we did it all properly with little bits of fruit and umbrellas and everything.
One of them was a Moquila Sunrise, or a Tecooler, I forget what we called it. Now, the reason why I would never drink tequila is because every bottle has a worm in it. Why? It's no good asking me. I don't think it enhances the quality of the tequila and it doesn't do the worm much good, either. You don't see the worm doing zumba in there, you see it lying at the bottom of the bottle in a dead condition. We put a strawberry shoelace in there instead.
One little girl finished her Moquila and couldn't find the strawberry bootlace. We'll never know where that went, then.
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