Yesterday was another silly day of a silly week which is exactly how it should be. We may be adopting a pig at work for the purposes of annoying someone who has annoyed us. Well that and getting lovely bacon in a few months time. I think it's an often under-used insult.
'You sir, shall have a pig named after you.'
Or maybe it shouldn't be an insult because pigs are lovely animals. Anyway adopting a pig just might be the new craze sweeping London because everyone we mentioned it to wanted to adopt a pig too. Adopting pigs is so 2008.
On the way to the tube we (work person and I) walked past a wine merchant we know. So we thought we would pop into to say hello. We even said we wouldn't drink because we were both a bit broken from last night. Sadly there was a wine competition going on downstairs, or one had just finished. The place was running over with opened bottles of wine that were just going to be poured away. It would have been awfully rude to not drink.
So we started seeing if our palettes were up to much and while the rest of the table were saying things about 'full body' and 'simple texture so probably a New World wine' I could muster nothing better than 'this is probably a red wine' or 'it makes my tongue want to die'.
I know nothing about wine, I can hold my own about Champagne and could probably represent England in a blind gin taste test but wine. Well I can tell if it is red or white, but that is about it. Anyway, after about two dozen bottles I was struggling to even tell the colour of the wine. So we had some port.
After the port it seemed like an excellent idea to go to bar to for a gin and tonic to refresh the palette, which actually turned out to be a few gin and tonics to make our legs go numb. It always seems like such a good idea at the time.
