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... certainly the final exams at our Conservatoires, for those studying harp or harpsichord, include reverse parking and three-point-turns with a Volvo Estate....
... certainly the final exams at our Conservatoires, for those studying harp or harpsichord, include reverse parking and three-point-turns with a Volvo Estate....
I once had cause to establish conclusively that a double-bass can be transported in a Citroën DS in tolerable comfort, with room for one passenger (in the back seat) as well as the driver
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Citroens are designed to carry pigs in comfort, (real ones ) not carry valuable musical instruments.
Calibun, your point about the driver seems either superfluous of misleading. I'm not sure which is the most likely...
It did in fact originally say "of course" the driver. I thought if I left the driver out, some wag would come along and say 'no room for the driver then?'
Ahem. I opened two bottles of 1998 Ch. Fombrauge St Emilion last weekend. One was over the top and cabbagy but the other quite delicious
Haven't had St Emilion for ages
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
... having seem Mme V off for the weekend with her family in Dorset am left on my lonesome.
Car has flat battery. Need cheerin' up.
Well, my plan to get 'completely off my face' (as mme V's sons put it... ) doesn't really work. When you're over sixty, the liver starts complaining before the brain has time to deliquesce.
But have been enjoying (all from Wine Society) a fruity viognier domaine du bosc 2011 from the Languedoc which was well good with the asparagus and the salmon - and a rioja viña amézola crianza 2004 that went nicely with a bifteck marchand-de-vin.
Praps if I move on to the Bleasdale 'The Wise One' tawny* to go with the mango and ice-cream and follow it up with a decent armagnac the oblivion I am seeking may follow...
* "The fortified wines that Australia was famous for before the Second World War have gone out of fashion, but the best of them are not only extremely good but great value. ....Gorgeous..... a ten year old fortified Australian blend of grenache, shiraz, and verdelho wines which have matured slowly in small oak casks near the winery's hot tin roof. Complex nutty and chocolate flavours combine with the silky texture developed during the ageing process culminating in a gorgeous aperitif or after-dinner beverage. 18%."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
It did in fact originally say "of course" the driver. I thought if I left the driver out, some wag would come along and say 'no room for the driver then?'
Ahem. I opened two bottles of 1998 Ch. Fombrauge St Emilion last weekend. One was over the top and cabbagy but the other quite delicious
Haven't had St Emilion for ages
... and here was I thinking that all you legal chappies only drink Pomeroy's Plonk!
... and here was I thinking that all you legal chappies only drink Pomeroy's Plonk!
HS
... wiki enlightens:
"Rumpole enjoys smoking inexpensive cigars (cheroots), drinking cheap red wine (claret), and indulging in a diet of fried foods, overboiled vegetables, cheese-and-tomato sandwiches, and steak and kidney pudding. Every day he visits "Pommeroy's", a wine bar on Fleet Street within walking distance of the Old Bailey and his law office at Equity Court, and at which he contributes regularly to an ever-increasing bar tab by purchasing glasses of red wine of a questionable quality, to which he refers as either "Cooking Claret", "Pommeroy's Plonk", "Pommeroy's Very Ordinary", "Chateau Thames Embankment", or "Chateau Fleet Street". (The last two terms are particularly derogatory: the subterranean Fleet river, over which Fleet Street was built, served as the main sewer of Victorian London,[2] while the Thames Embankment in central London was a reclamation of marshy land which, until the 1860s, was notably polluted.) His cigar smoking is often the subject of debate within his chambers. His peers sometimes criticise his attire, noting his old hat, imperfectly aligned clothes, cigar ash trailing down his waistcoat and faded barrister's wig, "bought second hand from a former Chief Justice of Tonga" (or the Windward Islands: Rumpole is occasionally an unreliable narrator)."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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