Alas, no fermented or distilled liquids to be had. The vending machines were full of sweet stuff and we couldn't entice the delivery person from the subshop to pick up a six-pack of Guinness on his way.

Amusing afternoon, but the repetition of commercials soon got to me. The Freixenet commercial is graphically a delight, but the "music" was more reminiscent of low production value 1970s softcore porn films.

Linn