a nice glass of wine

A NICE GLASS OF WINE

Disclaimer : please ignore anything I say whilst under the influence of a nice glass of wine.

I don't drink very often. At all. By drink I mean alcohol. It's very very rare that I partake in alcoholic beverage, believe it or not. But on Wednesday when I did my online shopping I must have been party to some spooky psychic prediction that I'd need a glass of wine tonight because I ordered a lovely bottle of Colombard. It's chilled nicely in the fridge for a couple of hours and now I have a rather lovely glass of it right in front of me. Sorry, let me correct that - I have half a rather lovely glass of it right in front of me.

The problem is that I can't take my drink at all. So half a glass and I'm on the way to being tipsy. I'm a cheap date, I tell you. This wine tastes nice though. I don't know what drew me to Colombard. I'd like to think it was some inner knowledge of wine - I weighed up the qualities of Colombard against Chardonnay. Nope. It was so much simpler than that - it was reduced. Reduced in price that is. Of course you knew that, didn't you?

I'm a bit loose-tongued when I've had a drink and right now I have an urge to scatter swear words about. I don't often swear unless I'm in big pain or stuck behind someone in a hat driving like Miss Daisy. What is it about people that drive in hats? Do you get that in the US? Someone - I can't remember who, I've had a sleep since then, once told me that if you see that the driver in front of you is wearing a hat then get the fuck out of their way because you will have no clue what they might do next. That is so bloody true it isn't even funny. Ohhhhh. I said fuck *giggles* Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That feels good. I have a bit of a problem with swearing normally. And with swearing abnormally. And who is to define what is normal and what is abnormal anyway? Certainly not little old me.

Ah I'm rambling. Aimlessly. Wandering. Reminds me of a song....

I love to go a-wandering along the mountain track.......and as I go I love to sing, my knapsack on my back........val-der-eeeee......val-der-aaahhhh......val-der-eeeeeeeee......
val-der-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha......val-der-eeeee.....val-der-ahhhhh.....my knapsack on my back....

I used to sing that all the time when I was a girl (spoken in best Northern accent). That and On Ilkley Moor baht 'at.

Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee,
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
Wheear 'as ta bin sin ah saw thee?
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!
On Ilkla Moor baht 'at?!

Quite an interesting and morbid song really when you look into it. I should point out that I had to google for the correct spelling of baht 'at. Wouldn't do to get it wrong would it?

The wine is down to a quarter of a glass now. And it was quite a big glass. I might have another. Then I might fall asleep head first over the keyboard and wake in the morning with qwertyuiop implanted on my forehead. Actually that would be physically impossible since a) my forehead isn't that big, and b) the keys aren't embossed on this keyboard so I'd just have a long line of squares instead. Interesting look for a Saturday morning, don't you think? Hmm, just looking at the size of qwertyuiop on my keyboard I reckon it would fit on my forehead. Just. Maybe the p would get left off the end. I'll have a p please Bob. I think only Fish and maybe Minerva will get that reference. I used to laugh my little teenage head off when they asked for a p please Bob. Those were the days. Blockbusters with Bob Holness. I think I spelt his name wrong but I don't think he'll mind too much - I doubt he's reading and if he is then I'm dreadfully sorry. Rentaghost. I liked that too.

If your mansion house needs haunting just call........rentaghost
We've got spooks and ghouls and freaks and fools at.......rentaghost

Can't remember anymore. Probably not such a bad thing really. I liked the horse best. Was it really called Dobbin or was that a figment of my imagination?

Bloody hell fire I really am talking a load of old boswellox tonight aren't I?

I think I'll wander off with my glass of wine (second glass of wine) and visit a few blogs. If you've been brought here by a random and stupid comment on your blog then I apologise. I feel like spreading some love tonight. Purely platonic love of course - the other stuff is saved for ~S~.

Ah ~S~. I wondered how long it would be until my thoughts turned to her. Truth be told they never really left her, I was just momentarily distracted by random babbling. Did I mention at all that I love her? I mean really love her? Good. Because I do. Totally bloody crazy isn't it? She's at work right now. She'll be home by 1am. My time, not hers. So I'm trying to stay up and stay awake until then but I suspect the wine won't exactly help me with that. Honestly though? I'd love to be in bed with her now. I'm so relaxed and chilled she could do whatever she wants and I wouldn't put up a fight. Not that I would anyway. Must not let my thoughts drift off in this way.....

Okay, random blog wanderings now, off to spread some love.....