On this day in 1888, James Sheridan and Horatio Bottomley put out a four-page pamphlet, drily entitled the London Financial Guide - a month later, they changed the name to the Financial Times. It took a further five years before the FT adopted its fetching and iconic salmon coloured hue to distinguish itself from other stockbroker manuals flying around the City.
The change led to its nickname, The Pink 'Un, and a bunch of more-or-less puerile jokes: "What's pink and hard in the morning? The Financial Times crossword..."
Yet since 1979, the FT has been pink and hard enough to be taken seriously and even published internationally. Since 1995, it has had an online presence. And the pink 'un looks more than set to make it all the way to its bicentennial. So we are celebrating it with an appropriately named cocktail, the Pink Palace, from the less citified confines of Beverly Hills.
Born this day in 1913 in small-town California, to a father who ran a service station and owned a small farm, Richard Nixon would rise to become the single most notorious US President.
Which is a bit unfair. "Tricky Dicky", as he was generally known, achieved pioneering environmental and equality legislation, and helped get the US out of Vietnam. But he is, of course, remembered for the Watergate Scandal, where Republican operatives broke into Democrat HQ in a bid to fix the election, and Nixon was caught on tape revealing his knowledge of it.
Forced to resign, he retired to California and, rather like his fellow impeached president, Bill Clinton, began a new life as a foreign policy guru, author and elder statesman. When he died in 1994, around 50,000 people paid tribute to his corpse.
Nixon liked his Martini mixed at a 1:5 ratio of Vermouth to Gin - indeed this was what he drank that the evening that the Watergate Scandal drove him out of office. So mix an In-And-Out Martini, and raise a glass to the 37th President of the United States.
Bizarrely, given in most parts of the world apricots won't be harvested for months, today is, officially, National Apricot Day, or a chance to celebrate one of the most unjustly ignored fruits out there.
Although probably native to China, where it's been cultivated for around 4,000 years, today most of the world's apricots are grown in the U.S. (where this "National Day" originates), after Spanish colonists brought stones over to the New World.
And, for the avoidance of doubt, they brought the stones for growing, not eating. Quacks are currently promoting raw apricot kernels as a cure for - seriously! - cancer, despite the fact that they're toxic in large doses and almonds taste much better.
Anywise, we enjoy apricots like we enjoy most things, combined with high quality spirits and well-chilled. And so we are marking National Apricot Day with an Apricot Sour, a Wayne Collins creation enhanced with apricot jam.
They can print all sorts of stuff today, you know, thanks to 3D printing. The printers build things layer by layer, so it really is closer to growing things than printing. But can you believe we can literally print bones?!
Yep. This day in 2016, a research team released results showing that fake bones "grown" from ceramic powder in a 3D printer can be used to repair injuries. They printed the ceramic scaffold, inserted it into the body, and watched all new bone grow over the top. And they are not the only doctors working with printers.
We are celebrating this frankly unnerving development with a drink we discovered in Harry Craddock's classic cocktail book, a White Cargo. They can always print us a new liver, right?
The words buildering, edificeering, urban climbing, structuring and stegophily now refer to the act of climbing the outside of a building or artificial structure, but over a hundred years ago the concept was brand-new and unnamed.
One of the first urban climbers, an American named George Gibson Polley, famously known as the Human Fly, was watched by thousands of onlookers on this day in 1920 as he attempted to climb the 57 floors of the Woolworth building in New York City. He was arrested when he reached the 30th floor.
Over his career Polley climbed over two thousand buildings, often spicing up his performances by pretending to slip and fall from one windowsill to another. We're guessing George was having quite a ball up on those buildings so today we're toasting him with an appropriately named Whiskey Tea Highball.