So I went ahead with my plan to bring in the new year with Advocaat snowballs. Thomas, too, had grandmotherly memories of Advoccat. Like me he thought of it as a somewhat unpleasant, old-lady drink but when I opened it, he decided to try a sip straight. I expected him to find it repulsive but was more than surprised when he started skipping round the living room hooting 'It's just alcoholic custard!' Twenty-five hours later we're half a bottle down and I've only had two glasses! I'm sure it's just a phase! If not I'm sending Siobhan a bill.