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A Beaker Full Of the Warm South [Jul. 30th, 2005|12:01 pm]
Tony Grist
We were in Lidl the other day and I bought a bottle of wine on the strength of it's having come from Catalonia. It cost me of £2.99.

It'll probably be horrid, but one of the good things about me is I'm not a wine snob. I'll drink anything- pretty much. Wine is wine is wine. I have no palate.

We bought a bottle back with us from holiday. I'm keeping it for a special occasion that never comes. Actually it's more like a talisman, a link to another time and place. A portal. So long as it's there, the holiday is - on some rarified plane- still going on.

But now that I've found a supply of replacements perhaps I can get it drunk.

[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2005-07-30 04:47 pm (UTC)
:) I misread this on first read and thought you ended by saying "...now that I've found a supply of replacements perhaps I can get drunk."

"I have no palate"--! I remember college days, taking pretty bottles of grape-juice tasting awful stuff to parties...I would actually look for the prettiest bottles, thinking about what they would look like later with candles dripping down from the top...

When I first started dating my husband-to-be, he would quote this bit of a song to me:

Have some madiera, My dear.
I have a small flask of it here.
Do finish it off, it will help you to sleep.
And once it is opened, you know it won't keep.

And he carved a new notch on his gold-handled cane,
Singing "Have some madiera, My dear.
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