FAMILY
Generation games
With young people drinking less alcohol, our columnist considers whether his daily tipple is too much – or are they just missing out?
by MARK PALMER
My daughter – now well into her thirties and with two children of her own – asked me the other day what exactly is a Dry Martini. I was surprised, but perhaps I should not have been. Growing up in the 1960s, Dry Martinis were a big part of my life – not because I developed an early partiality for these most lethal of glamorous cocktails but because my parents loved them.