It’s 16th June, 1784 and Holland bans people wearing orange colored clothes. Obviously they allege its got something to do with Royal blood lines or politics or God’s dislike of that particular hue but, in reality, it was probably just the powers that be being idiots; one more tremendous and pointless show of power to keep people in their rightful oppressed place.
My regular readers of this site (3, maybe 4) will know that the Drink Wine Today site – and the mighty wine God Bacchus – don’t like pointless shows of power and like to commemorate when these things come to nothing and just leave the powers that be looking like blithering, out of touch idiots. (Very occasionally they win – water on aeroplanes – but mostly, they lose.) And we celebrate these things with wine. (We celebrate EVERYTHING with wine actually but let’s not split hairs.)
So, back to orange and it suddenly being made forbidden. Well today we can wear orange when we want thank you very much and Holland as a nation loves it. (As does that odd woman I work with who dresses like a toddler and carries a Mr Men umbrella – but each to their own.)
But most importantly, the people who came up with the rule – people who probably never embraced life by getting drunk – are dead and it never crossed my mind to attempt to find out who they were. Instead I pulled out an orange tee shirt, opened a bottle of vino and began to drink it.
Please do likewise.
A quote: “If Bacchus ever had a color he could claim for his own it should surely be the shade of tannin on drunken lips, or John Keats ‘purple stained mouth’ or perhaps even Homer’s dangerously wine dark sea.” Victoria Finlay.
(Today though it’s orange. Okay?)