Drunk for a penny, dead drunk for twopence

(that rascal William Hogarth's 1751 print Gin Lane)

What is this wretched propaganda? We faithful gin drinkers know nothing of such debauched desparation. Only once have we sold an infant's clothes for a tipple, and we certainly don't make a habit of lifting our skirts on too frequent a basis.

So begone, you naysayers! Gin has class, as do the ladies and gents wot drink it. The ladies of Gin Lane are here to share with you our fabulous world, and perhaps invite you to a soiree or two.. Chin chin, darlings, see you at the bar.