Ido like a gin and tonic before a meal, but I’m a disappointing drinker. Second tipples send me to sleep. As sinking into a spag bol isn’t my best look, I’m glad family history is more than enough of an intoxicant for me. My current favourite genealogical tot is still the 1921 Census, which I found myself downing rather too much, roaring around raucously sharing results like one of those bosky sad old ladies in Hogarth’s Gin
