Well we’ve only got a couple of weeks left of it, so let’s get this one out there.
We’ve got DIY, Red Dwarf, and looking forward to Liverpool’s season this year…
…and I’m only joking about the kidnapping.
I remember years ago, before the 2002 World Cup, David Beckham breaking a metatarsal bone in his foot. It made headline news for weeks to see if England’s star player would make the biggest tournament in football. It’s not exactly ideal if your foot’s out of action as a footballer. Same thing when mates of mine break their fingers and hands playing rugby. Not ideal. And it’s struck me in recent days that the same is true when you’re foodie and wine-o and your mouth decides to rebel!
A lifetime or so ago, when I was living up in Edinburgh and studying for my postgrad, I came across Norway for the first time. We had two on the course, one of who introduced me to my Norwegian wife, tussen takk for det, Anders! The other lad, Gisle, was from far up north, in near as damn it the artic circle. He moved around a bit, from London to New York, working on various financial doings, before heading back home to start a family and, he’s just told me, a wine festival. He kept that one quiet!!
Lofoten VinFestival is running on the small island of Henningsvær the weekend of the 21stand 22ndof September, promising wine, food, and music from both abroad and close to home.
I have this phrase that got told to me when I started my working life. There’s no such thing as a stupid question, unless you ask it twice. I’ve had that in my head for years since, and use it to this day when I’m running wine tastings or tours or whatever. And I stand by it. I want the questions to keep coming. But this week on a press trip to Languedoc, one of the participants at a tasting we were attending did their best at challenging that premise.
The big reveal, as Peter lets us all know how we got on…
As we move onto the last two wines, it’s time for Peter to rub it in…and for Amelia to get a new pair of trousers!!