Imagine, if you could how pointless it would be to connect the UK to the USA by a big tunnel? Imagine it from a culinary or beverage point of view. We’d get lots of fat people sharing their ideas and coming up with things like hamburgers combined with trifles, hotdogs combined with scones. And tea combined with fucking everything. What a nightmare. Keep such nations well apart.
But sometimes the connection of places that are important to those of us of a wine drinking disposition occur – take for instance this day in history in 1965 when some genius connected Italy to France by the Mont Blanc tunnel. Two giants of wine connected in a heartbeat – it’s an event that is truly worth celebrating with a bottle of French Wine and then a bottle of Italian. Make a night of it, go through as much as you like.
My only gripe is that they let traffic through it. Imagine how truly great it would have been if they’d have just alternated sending floods of wine through once a day that came out via a little “bottle your own” style tap. The house prices would have soared and I’d live at one end of the tunnel and Mrs Drink Wine Today at the other. A perfect arrangement. Both drunk, both nowhere near the other one. Result!
A quote: “Language is wine upon the lips.” Virginia Woolf