It was in a basement room in a den of thieves in Clerkenwell five years ago that my friend the pop musician John Moore first introduced me to the seductions of absinthe. He had brought a bottle back from Prague, heart of Bohemia. With great solemnity, he set fire to a teaspoon of sugar soaked in the vile green 70% liquid and carefully mixed it into a glass of water. I took a tentative sip. My hazy preconceptions about the drink led me to half expect the room to erupt with green goblins and dancing sprites.
I have to say I've actually never tried the stuff. If you have, let me know if you saw any sprites.