Think this is referring to the picture that has emerged of her drinking a canned mojito on a TfL train (which is against the law)
On reflection, someone would need a very thick pair of beer goggles before any of them seemed attractive... Edit: or if you did happen to wake one morning and find you were married to one of these delightful ladies, the prospect of alcoholism and/or volunteering to join Shackleton on his next hair brain expedition to the Antarctic (and getting stranded for years) seems like your only possible recourse... Edit of the Edit: I have inadvertently stumbled on the reason why Earnest Shackleton spent so much time trying to kill himself (and others) doing crazy ‘dares’ across the Antarctic - first with Scott, before graduating to lead his own band of muppets on several rather stunning cockups... Sorry I digress... This is Lady Shackleton. I rather think this proves my point, and explains why Shackleton was happier away (a long way) from home....
This is at a lodge I am staying at over the weekend. Kinda solves one problem with drinking and driving, where to put the booze
