John Martyn's my friend?

As I walked into the marvellous Café de la Salute last night I was immediately welcomed with:

"Ah, my friend. John Martyns. I make you John Martyns, my friend?".

To be honest I couldn't face a "John Martyn". As much as I love them I'd overdone it a bit on the orange juice front the night before. He showed me the menu. They'd actually gone to the trouble of sticking my little hand-written "John Martyn" recipe into the cocktail list. I was very touched.

I apologised though and told him that I couldn't face any more orange juice for a while. I asked for a pint of Peroni. 

I assure you, it looks better than it tastes. Especially on the burp.