It's quite extraordinary what some people will do to impress their friends at dinner parties. Last night our fine hosts opened some quite spectacular wines (and made us blind taste them to prove how useless we all are at identifying them) to go with our delicious Desperate Dan sized plates of rare beef. One in particular, a 1982 St. Julien, is probably too posh to even consider gracing the pages of my fledgling
wine blog.
Headteach regaled us with hilarious accounts of terrorizing bizarrely named French school children.
Orangepeel had us entranced with his poet laureatian ability to rhyme the word Chianti.
One guest brought a gourd...
An enigmatic curiousity* picked up at Borough Market
*I am, of course, referring to the peculiarly shaped specimen of the
Cucurbitaceae family. The enigmatic curiousity holiding it came from Yorkshire.
*I am, of course, referring to the peculiarly shaped specimen of the Cucurbitaceae family. The enigmatic curiousity holiding it came from Yorkshire.
5 comments:
it looks as if it has been knitted
@nursey - I can assure you it was firm and fruity.
It's amazing how many things look like .......... bananas
In a "truth is stranger than fiction moment", Monty Python's 4 Yorkshiremen sketch was enacted when the inebriated conversation turned to sadistic boarding school goings on:
Somn: Well, of course, we had it tough (bah, blah, blah)
Yorkshire Lass: Luxury!
SHE PRODUCES THE GOURD...
Bizarrely named French children? I think we have our fair share over here.. my teen goes to school with a Paige Turner ....poor lass
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