Have you ever been kidnapped by balaclava-clad young women and men wearing horses' heads? No? You haven't lived, then.
I ask only because that happened to me recently after I - perhaps rashly - accepted an invitation to get a close-up view of the Beam Bar Legend, a bartending competition of such comprehensiveness and daunting expectation that I sometimes wonder why anyone would enter it in the first place.
This year, almost 500 masochists put themselves forward for the challenge and by the time I caught up with proceedings there were only six left, which brings me back to the kidnapping and the horses' heads.
I'm still not entirely sure what the horse thing was all about, but it may have something to do with a plan to smuggle certain bottles of Stolen Rum into Australia using rum mules. It's probably more complicated than that, but I had been trying a lot of cocktails that day, so you will forgive me if my memory isn't as sharp as it might be.