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Smoke
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You never go to night clubs and you just don’t care to dance
You don’t have time for silly things like moonlight and romance
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack
But when you kiss a dollar bill, it doesn’t kiss you back
Etc
If I drank a bottle and a half of wine I’d require hospitalization. Or a long, long nap. I’m such a lousy drunk. Wish I had a bit more endurance in that department. And others.
It’s about time you had a proper blackout. Been a while, I take it?
O-G:
“Don’t try my friend to reach the great beyond /
You’ll have more fun by reaching for a redhead or a blond” :)
Great song, thanks, from Guy Lombardo and His Canadians.
UB:
It’d save a lot of money if I had that sensitivity.
A blackout? What, a loss of consciousness? No, not for decades.
I used to love the punchiness of new-world wines, but since ruining my entire digestive tract I’ve not been able to cope with the tannins in Shiraz grapes: they just make me belch and reflux like some machine out of the original Willy Wonka film.
An alternative that I’ve found recently though is Carmenere, which has the added distinction of having an amazing back-story: it was thought extinct from oidium and phylloxera until the same grape was rediscovered in Chile. One of the few (very) drinkable Fairtrade wines is a Chilean Carmenere, and it’s wonderfully smooth.
Yes… Tom the lodger–who’s been to Argentina more than once–was talking about this last night, and when I’m allowing myself to drink again, in just under two weeks time, he said he’ll get a nice Chilean or Argentinian Carmenere to break the fast.
Shame to not be able to stand the tannins any more. They’re one of the highlights of wine for me. A good stiff, green Madiran is a great pleasure.
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