Yummy, Malibu Rum.
This was one of my favorite drinks, every time we went to the pub, it would be Malibu and ice, or a Malibu and pineapple(pina colada).
Malibu Rum, comes in a white bottle with a loverly picture of Palm trees and a warm orange sun.
Very welcoming.
The taste is very distinctively coconut, when you sip it , the smooth liquid warms your tongue and rolls down the back of your throat.....Delicious..
The price of a bottle will set you back around a tenner or cheaper if there’s an offer on at the supermarket. This is for a 700ml bottle.
Now come closer and I will tell you a little tale of why I don, t drink it any more.
One night my hubby, me and two of his mate’s decided to go down to the pub.
It was a nice village pub and as soon as we got there we ordered our drinks.
Mine of course was a Malibu and pineapple, now I, m not really a drinker and can only have two Malibu’s or three at a push.But every now and again I will have a few.
This was one of those night’s.
We were sat chatting with the locals and everyone was buying rounds. I was counting my drinks, as I knew if I had three or four that would be enough.
There at the end of the night sat four empty glasses on the table. Cool, thinks I, may have a bit of a hangover but nothing much.
When it was time to go we got in a taxi and off we went home.
At the time, we were living on a farm which was being built, so we were living in a caravan.
The toilet was an outside one.
Anyway , we get home , all is well and off I go to bed.
In the middle of the night I wake up and I am bursting to go to the loo, so off I trot.Get to the loo and have a wee.
Sometime later I can hear someone shouting, Diane, Diane , where are you?.
All I can think is, who the hell is Diane and why is my pillow wet?
The shouting continue’s and I open my eyes.
I am only lying outside in a puddle
I get up sort myself out and head back to the caravan.
My hubby, who is still at the door shouting of me, see’s me and asks what’s happened.
I have only been to the loo, stood up to pull my knickers up and fallen flat on my face, knocked myself out and landed in a puddle outside the loo.
I have hit a wall as I fell and scraped all the skin off my face.I am bruised, swollen and wet.
The next day, the friends who we’d been to the pub with came to visit and I was so embarrased.I sat there scarfaced, after a drunken night out.
It was then, one of my mate’s decided to confess that they had been buying me doubles all night.
So the four Malibu’s I thought I’d had was infact eight.
I have never drank Malibu since, so if you do go on a spree remember. I’d recommend this to you but go steady.
IT KICKS LIKE A MULE!!!