I've gotta get up at 6 for work - stay tuned later today for the commentary on this one. You won't see tomorrow's newspaper columnists trying that.
All right - let's go. We'll begin with a topical poem:
Amusing Wine?
By Madeleine Begun Kane
When experts say wine is amusing,
It’s a compliment. Ain’t that confusing?
Why laugh at a wine
If you think that it’s fine?
Methinks they do far too much boozing.
It's the last line that deserves special mention. It's my understanding that alcohol merely reduces inhibitions, so unless you have some wonderful hilarious anecdote on the tip of your tongue amusement is hardly a necessary consequence of chugging down a bottle of '68.
On the other hand, if your life is a vale of tears and sadness that you'd rather not dwell upon, inhibitions are the only thing keeping yourself from a complete emotional breakdown. I think that we all agree that, in Ziggy's case, it may be better to just have a cookie.
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