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

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8 Responses to This Week’s Tipple

  1. davy h says:

    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!

  2. drew says:

    remember this was your idea Mr H.

  3. davy h says:

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

  4. Anonymous says:

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

  5. drew says:

    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!

  6. davy h says:

    Cider? Just say no.

  7. Ctelblog says:

    Love a drop of cider.

  8. davy h says:

    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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