I love a martini. It’s simple. It’s strong. It’s very strong. To order a sweet cocktail is to infantalise yourself. Act your age. Put the simple syrup down and have something stiff and drink it slow. The martini has been around for 150 years, after all, so who am I to deny her? You become unstuck in time drinking a martini. You are honouring the great drinkers that came before you. You’re an intellect with a martini. You’re chic. You’re posh.