I am a geek

It's time to own up. I am a geek. I don't like Star Trek, I don't own a fleece, but I am a geek nonetheless. We all have a cross to bear, I suppose. Now, some of you reading this will be heartened by this admission on my part. However, it would be remiss of me not to make clear right now what kind of geekery I'm yammering on about. You see, it's got nothing to do with beer.

Lords, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls - I am a sambuca geek. Here's the evidence:

• Myself and Roy Disco regularly get through an entire bottle of it in an evening at the Betsey.
• Eschewing the clear, white variety, I absolutely insist on black sambuca. I'm always a little nervous when I enter a boozer in case they don't have the right kind.
• I consider the practice of igniting one's shot to create what is commonly known as a "flaming sambuca" uncouth and a waste of the precious, life-giving liquid.
• Whenever I fly out of Italy I spend absolutely ages in the duty free shops scoping out the best bottles and comparing prices.
• When I first learned about the practice of immersing roasted coffee beans in it - sambuca con mosca - I nearly lost my shit and wanted to kiss the man who revealed the technique to me.
• When we do a round of shots, my pal Anna always asks for a tequila. I go all grumpy and try and talk her round to sambuca. I'm an evangelist, so I am.
• I even have a cute nickname for it - "Sammy B" - which I like to convince strangers has universal application and wasn't in fact coined by yours truly.

So there you have it. I feel unburdened.