Marchbanks
Hat and Beard member
No disrespect to Keats, but hasn’t he let his focus drift away from the nightingale a bit by this stage?
You see, if I had thought my English teacher at school could have explained it that well, I might have signed up for Eng Lit ‘O’-level instead of whatever it was I took instead.He was pissed as a newt, so fair play to him.
Is that 2015 ? As their top wine it is probably only just opening the drinking window. And that would fit with the improvement after an hour. I wonder if it is even better today if you have kept some ?
I also suffer the apprehension affliction. The realisation that there are only so many special occasions left to us is a morbid way to overcome reluctance to open expensive wine for no good reason other than we are still alive ! Covid has been the catalyst.
Cheers.
Fickle youth and beauty
slip behind us, while boring old-age drives away playful love
and easy sleep. Spring flowers do not hold their beauty forever,
nor does the red moon perpetually glow with the same appearance.
Why would you exhaust your soul making plans for the future, a
soul that is not up to such a task? Why should we not, instead,
have some good wine, while we still can, reclining under a lofty
plane or pine tree—in fact, let us do this without a care in the
world, and adorn our gray hair with flowers and Assyrian scents.
Bacchus drives away our all-consuming worries. What servant is readily
available to dilute the cups of fiery Falernian wine with water
from the flowing stream? Who will lure Lyde, that wild sex fiend,
from her house? Come on now, and use your ivory lyre to persuade her
to hurry up—she has her hair arranged in that sexy, Laconian Greek way
Carpe Deum, no less!
Most people think its all about getting stuff done, when it really means 'grab a glass'!
Fuggedaboutit.A Jesus freak.What you wrote means 'Grab God'!
What you wrote means 'Grab God'!
I had a dream early this morning that there was an report in the DT on a miracle drug that promises to condemn hangovers to a bad memory, by breaking down alcohol at between 2 and 4 times the normal rate. The dream was so vivid that it gave the drug a name, something like Myzra, and stated that it costs £30 for a pack of, well, 30 pills.
It was one of those dreams that was so vivid that it seemed real, and I've been scouring the papers all day to find it, but it just isn't there. Funnily enough, all the other articles in the dream actually are there, so maybe it wasn't a dream at all, just a terrible trick, a July All Fools Day trick.
Someone certainly does. The person that made up this bit of the article, I’d suggest.It was real!
Myrkl. Someone has a sense of humour!
^ the mature gentleman's wet dream
I took to the advice that you should drink daily to acclimatise the liver.
I must give it a go...
She drinks on most Saturday nights despite debilitating hangovers. Weekends often involve throwing up until noon until nothing is left in her stomach.
I gave up reading the Sunday papers decades ago for much the same reason.
Yes I focussed on that bit too. Not sure it is good advice. Better to give the liver a few days with no alcohol unless you really are only having 1/2 glasses IMO.