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:
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!
remember this was your idea Mr H.
Yes, and it's shaping up nicely I think.
lol, somehow Mr D. I fail to see you partaking of Devon's finest...
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!
Cider? Just say no.
Love a drop of cider.
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.
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