Friday, 26 November 2010

This Week's Tipple



Every day I spend my time drinking wine.

Up here in darkest Lanarkshire Wine means only one thing. Just like ginger or juice actually means Irn Bru, when men of a certain age say "I'm off for a bottle of wine " they mean, tonic of course, not a St Emilion Grand Cru.

Cheers

Python Lee Jackson - In A Broken Dream

8 comments:

davy h said...

I never knew that. It's a cultural education, hanging round here.

Love the track.

And being a Soft Southern Jessie, have just poured a Pinot.

Salute!

drew said...

remember this was your idea Mr H.

davy h said...

Yes, and it's shaping up nicely I think.

Anonymous said...

lol, somehow Mr D. I fail to see you partaking of Devon's finest...

drew said...

Anon, you are absolutely correct, can't abide the stuff, once drank a half bottle and proceeded to throw up.

The first time I went down the park with a bottle of wine, it was Fitou and no bugger had brought a corkscrew!

davy h said...

Cider? Just say no.

Ctelblog said...

Love a drop of cider.

davy h said...

It's to do with growing up in Devon and getting very drunk on some rough old farmyard scrumpy at a beach party at 16. I couldn't even stomach apple juice till quite recently.