In which Tony and The Admiral continue the development of their hangover cure by inviting bon viveur Suave Gav to contribute.

The Admiral said he was only too happy to confer with a fellow gastronomic engineer on what we’d begun to call Project X. We didn’t call it Project X because it sounded cool or enigmatic, it was just the 24^th such project we’d attempted. We were two projects away from starting again at Project A or finding some other alphabet to abuse.

When I explained to The Admiral that Suave Gav wasn’t actually an engineer but merely a hardened drinker with a vested interest in dealing with troublesome mornings after, The Admiral realised we were in Lorenzo’s Oil territory.

“All the better,” he said. “We must make our own miracles.”