I wanted to see if Sperry deemed me one of the important people. Apparently he did. After he poured Mason a sherry and handed it to him, much to Mason's chagrin, he reached under the bar and pulled out a very vintage looking bottle. He poured a shot and brought it over to me.
"This was made before the days of Prohibition. Ah, they knew how to make liquor back then."
"Thank you," I said as I took the glass.
"Sit down, Mason!" Sperry barked, and like a dutiful pet Mason came over and sat beside me on the settee...
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Loving Mason even more now (not!). Pity Mongo’s not there to see his hero in grovelling action... action not acting!