Fellow Wine Lovers,
That’s another week under our belts, time for a glass of wine, need I say more?
Apparently the norm is that yes, I do need to say more before I get to have a drink, so here we go…
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Once upon a time, back in the days when Wayne was in 6th Form, things were different. One difference was that it was a lot sunnier then, the grass was greener and candle-wicking was a lucrative and sensible career choice. Another true fact in this delightfully fact-free narration is that every man was allowed to take more than one wife. One ambitious, middle-aged bachelor showed such ambition by marrying two ladies of differing ages. The younger wife was eager that her husband appeared as youthful and exuberant as herself whilst the older was more anxious that her husband should show more gravitas and maturity.
So it came to pass that, to achieve their contradictory goals, the young one grabbed every opportunity to pull out her husband’s grey hairs whilst the old one was as industrious in plucking out every black hair she could find.
And the husband, well he just loved all the attention and the head massages – until the fateful morning that he discovered that he had not a hair left on his head!
So, why you might ask, does Aesop get a clumsy Park Vintners makeover today? Well, the moral of the tale is that no matter how good or innocent your intentions may be, you cannot please all people, all of the time and, in fact, the harder you try the more likely you are to end up pleasing no-one at all.
Which seems to be pretty much where the world is right now.
Street’s like a jungle, so call the police, following the herd, down to Durdle Door
Too much lockdown, not enough lockdown; too close, too far; swimming, gyming, no swimming or gyming; daily update, no daily update; take a flight, never fly again; there are strong arguments for all of these options and, in a world where everybody is now able to criticise everybody else’s choices behind the screens of social media, everyone is right, no matter how unqualified they are to analyse the data.
But the temperature is rising and things are starting to fray around the edges if Brixton and the south coast are anything to go by – the decision to give herd immunity a go has been made unilaterally by the half million people travelling to Bournemouth yesterday – the good news is that we only need 71 more days like this and we could be getting close to the 36 million that would kickstart a vaccine-free immunity. September 5th, that’s how long the heatwave will have to last we’re told….
Appetite for Destruction
And here we return to Aesop. No matter your opinion about the current leadership of the country and their assorted SPAD’s, any announcement made regarding lockdown and its sundry parts was going to upset as many people as it pleased and the bearer of the news was still going to be regarded as a bit of a Bojo. However, the decision has been made, we will see pubs and restaurants opening; we will see, have perhaps already seen, a reduction in social distance; we can go on holiday in the UK, potentially even fly to Europe too; we can get a haircut too, if we want. If we want. No-one is making you go to the pub or sit on the beach in Spain and if you don’t want to then just don’t. And if you do want to, then do.
Meanwhile, back in the city
I feel we need to change the subject. As pointed out last week, the return of football hasn’t necessarily scratched that itch, with Liverpool’s tedious trundle to the title confirming that this season will definitely be the one that has an * attached to it. Golf and Tennis have had their Covid moments and more people have gone on twitter to say ‘I told you so’. Rebekah Vardy is taking Coleen Rooney to court, which is hilarious on so many levels and would be more funny to more people if they actually knew, or cared, who these ladies are.
And now, over to Worthy Farm
50th anniversary of Glastonbury this weekend and for those of us who are more used to watching from their Chesterfield than a real field, then this should be a cracker of a weekend. Hard to suggest where to start, loads on iplayer to watch and plenty of reminiscing to be done, so grab a glass, some falafel and enjoy the spectacle!
That’s it from us really – as mentioned we are still very busy doing deliveries and very happy to continue driving around but should you wish to come and have a browse then we are open from 4pm-7pm Monday to Friday and 2pm-5pm on Saturday.
Can I have my glass of wine now, please?