Fellow Wine Lovers,
Well, it’s been a busy week since the Stanley Johnson Loophole was revealed…
Wayne has organised to go and look at a yacht in Cap d’Antibes (with a view to ‘buying’) and also a villa in Mallorca (again, with a view to ‘buying’) whilst Alex has elected to pop down and paint his mum’s old flat in Andalucia. We can do such things for a couple of weeks because, you know, it’s not a £5,000 fine-worthy ‘holiday’ we’re taking but actually a necessary trip to carry out activities related to buying, selling, letting or renting a residential property. If either of us should happen to accidentally end up in a bar or a restaurant or on a sunbed by a pool then that is entirely circumstantial and should not be considered to be ‘holidaying’.
Glad we made that clear, I’m sure the loophole won’t get abused.
In the world of health, a world that we have all become a little bit too invested in over the last 12 months, an unlikely hero was made of the common cold this week. The presence of rhinovirus, as the common cold is commonly known to his friends, apparently blocks SARS-CoV-2 from replicating in the respiratory tract. So, effectively, in the viral version of rock, paper, scissors the Rhino beats the Crown every time. This could only be improved by the evolution of a benign-to-humans saltwatercrocodilevirus that would frankly wipe the floor with all comers…
In the world of weather, a world that we English have always been too overly invested in, today will be peppered with heavy rain and moderate breezes. I mention this purely because we would like to take full responsibility for any inclement weather that occurs in the next few days. We take this responsibility based on the fact that Wednesday morning saw the arrival of our first big tranche of rosé – a handsome half pallet of Les Vignobles de Foncalieu Piquepoul Rose 2020 is now resident in the shop and the cellar, awaiting the arrival of the rule of six, sunny outdoor drinking and sensible socialising that we should all be able to start next week. We’re ready for this, are you?
Les Vignobles de Foncalieu Piquepoul Rose 2020
£13.99/bottle – 6 bottles for £72
In the world of passports, a world that we haven’t invested any time in over the last 12 months, the talk of the town is Boris’s ‘paper for a pint’ proposal. ‘Let the landlord decide whether to serve you’ the blonde buffoon bellowed and we all thought to ourselves, well hasn’t that always been the case? The hospitality industry has been on the naughty step for much of this pandemic and now BJ wants to put further controls on who they do or don’t serve by suggesting the introduction of a vaccine passport.
Really? A couple of points, if I may, Prime Minister.
You’ve spent the last year stymying the on-trade and preventing them from making a living, they’re going to serve whoever they want to serve without your say-so and as many people as possible, as often as possible. Oh, and have you heard, Boris, that the vaccine roll out is effectively suspended for anyone under 50 until at least May but that the pubs should be able to start serving people again on April 12th. So anyone over 50 can get a pint but all those under 50 can wait in turn – let’s see how the twenty and thirty year olds react to that, shall we? Let’s not make this into a ‘them and us’ situation, there’s already enough of that with the rampant cronyism of the coronavirus contracts…
And breathe.
Moving on, as it’s time to move on and talk about time. This time last year we had our doors shut, we were taking email orders and driving round deserted streets delivering delicious drinks. Oh, and one of us was about to get covid but didn’t know it yet. It was also the last Friday in March and Wayne reminded us that on Sunday the clocks spring forward an hour, or, hopefully they spring forward 2 months! How little we knew but time marches on and British Summer Time starts on Sunday, time to enjoy the brighter evenings.
And now I’ll leave you with another paragraph that he wrote that first week of lockdown, which I think still has a resonance:
Of course, I’m fully aware this is not a time to be flippant and I don’t mean to be so. However, we don’t need to be sad all the time either, that’s really not healthy. Play the cards you’re dealt whilst you can. Don’t be silly, stay inside, engage with your family, phone the friends you haven’t spoken to for too long, eat sensibly, get good sleep, read a book, listen to music you wouldn’t usually listen to, stay off social media for a day, then another day, hoover the stairs, grow a mullet, learn how to do a hand stand, practice your putting, learn to speak Arapaho, take stock, make stock, stay busy….
Raise a glass to yourselves this weekend and also, of course, to absent friends…