Wine is a drink of the moment. Something to stop time. To enjoy right here, right now so on this site there is no archive, no future events. There is just one post everyday; one single solitary reason to grab a corkscrew, a glass and a drink. And after 24 hours it disappears and gets replaced by another. Simple.
(Except when I leave one there because one of my readership of 4 has left a comment and I reply to it and it needs to stay there etc etc. It’s my site after all so I can do what I like.)
(But, like great wine – something similar come back round again eventually ….)
Vincent Van Gogh was born today in 1853 in the Netherlands. A tormented creative genius with a liking of sudden fits of temper, rage and borderline madness he reminds me -in a strangely non sexual way – of the current Mrs Drink Wine Today when she runs out of wine about half past ten (P.M – we’re not fucking alcoholics!) and begins to storm through the house tipping stuff over until I temp her into the bedroom with his special “comfy” coat with the buckles on. She – like Vincent – also rocks the straw hat look. Thankfully she has both her ears and doesn’t have a beard.
But – for all those reasons – as I celebrate his birthday with huge amounts of wine and chat to Mrs Drink Wine – it’ll be almost as if old Vincent himself is sat across from me: a force of nature, on the thinnest line of sanity and talking to me in a language I don’t quite understand.
It’s Freedom of Information Day today so let me tell my readership of three some facts that the spooks at the NSA and MI5 already know. I like wine. I fucking love it. Mainly red, sometimes fizzy, rarely white.
And French the best because it’s got a certain character and kudos that Chile and California just can’t match. And I like to walk home – slightly drunk under the moonlight carrying just a single bottle of wine and a baguette whilst thinking, ever so slightly of the Japanese haiku poet Basho.
And I don’t like authority, have little time for religion and think that science – on the whole – is the way to go.
So let’s drink something. Life is short and, when you’re dead, that’s it so make the most of it.