"I follow, where my love leads the way"

I must say, sticking to wine and beer is giving my alcoholism a fine longevity indeed! I’d usually be questioning every decision I’ve ever made by now, should cheap supermarket whisky rear its ugly head, but being “good” and moderate in my choice of poisons is working out very well for me.

I’m sure that seems obvious to most people, but it does take me a while.

I’m just watching Floyd Uncorked, as I sip a party box of shiraz. I felt a dose of Keith Floyd, my spiritual leader, was much needed. A takeaway has just been delivered, but I think I’ll leave that for a little while longer. Buying a microwave means takeaways can now be reheated more delicately. A conventional oven is not kind to leftovers.

I don’t use it for “real” cookery, be assured.

The Coen Brothers’ Hail, Caesar! arrived today. I’ve only watched it once before, but it definitely feels in line with The Big Lebowski. You know, one of those comedies where, even when nothing particularly funny is happening on screen, you’re laughing at the po-faced sincerity of it all.

See the films Moonrise Kingdom and the first Wayne’s World for more information.

I’ve been listening to Petronius’ The Satyricon in bed, whilst my head bubbles with stout and grape. It has to be one of my favourite works of fiction ever, reporting the exploits of three dimwitted bisexuals and their bawdy adventures. Sound familiar? Hmmm. Anyway, the liberal, pre-Christian morality at play is like learning to breathe for the first time. I can’t recommend it enough, if one is so inclined. It’s not for the faint hearted though, and I doubt such a work would get a publishing deal today. Maybe a visit from one authority or another, but not a publishing deal.

That’s progress for you.

Oh that grotesque cockney oik was in the area earlier. I think he and the noisy bitch (harsh, but trust me, she was a “bitch”) who lived downstairs a few years ago shacked up together nearby. I don’t have to hear his cheesegrater voice very often, but he does sometimes wander round with his dog, which he seems to use as a prop to chat to the local children.

A bit of a concern, but who would believe me?

So, yes, the wine is flowing, the Floyd is prancing, and the Indian cuisine is simmering.

Let’s make merry!

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!