And relax…

Had a bit of a learning experience this evening. We’d had a bottle of wine on the side for months. I must have brought it in for some occasion, but we didn’t get around to drinking it.

For one, I used to be a wine buff, although I don’t drink much now. For two, we went on our honeymoon to the Corbières region of southern France (if you know your French geography, the Carcasonne area). On our honeymoon, we drank wine from the Chateau Grand Moulin (a moulin is a mill). Okay, in the grand scheme of things, there are more prestigious wines than from the Corbières region, but this wine was delicious. It was a red which my wife actually liked – she didn’t normally drink reds.

We enjoyed the area immensely, and a couple of year later we holidayed again in the region, for a full two weeks. I made a point of seeking out the chateau, met the patron, and we bought a case to bring home. Mixed – reds, whites, rosés. Over the years, we have chipped away at this wine, we’ve holidayed in other areas such as Bourgogne and Bordeaux, so have collected many wines, directly from the producers, over the years. But I must’ve brought a bottle of a 2002 rosé from the Grand Moulin into the house at some point to drink. Which never happened.

I finally got tired of looking at this bottle, so started chilling it a few days ago, and determined to start it, at least, with my evening meal this evening.

I’d never given it any thought before, but how the **** does someone open a bottle of wine, one-handed?

I dug out an old corkscrew:

but no, I could screw it in, but didn’t have a hope of pulling it out again. So, how was I going to have my glass of wine, since currently I am home alone?

After a bit of head scratching, I decided to root through another drawer, and after an exhaustive search, found a different type of corkscrew:

I still can’t operate it one-handed, but a hand and a chin does the job nicely.

Ah…delicious. But, the hoops I must jump through. Still, must be time for another glass…

Song Lyric Sunday (24 November 2019) – Thanksgiving0

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set the subject of modal verbs (my choice). This week he gives us the subject of Thanksgiving.

I saw bounty and thought, jeez, one helluva task this week, but I got to food and relaxed. All the best songs are about food!

This one probably needs a little explanation. If you’re West Indian, or British, you’ll know the song as soon as I explain that a dutchie is a large cooking pot. The rest is actually quite easy – It a goh bun (it’s gonna burn), it a goh dun (it’s done, complete). After that, my choice makes perfect sense (to me!).

For those of you who follow my tick-tock posts, I think I will have more to say on the subject of the Birmingham, UK band Musical Youth, but for now, please enjoy their debut hit, Pass The Dutchie. This was released in 1982, when I myself was in my early teens, and was written and produced the band. This one reaching #1 in the UK, and in several other countries, and #10 on the Billboard Hot 100.

This generation
Rules the nation
With version

Music happen to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub
[scatting] I say

Pass the Dutchie ‘pon the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie ‘pon the left hand side
It a goh bun, give me music, make me jump and prance
It a goh dun, give me the music, make me rockin’ at the dance
(Jah know!)

It was a cool and lonely breezy afternoon
You could feel it cause it was the month of June
So I left my gate and went out for a walk
As I pass the dreadlocks’ camp I heard them say


So I stopped to find out what was going on
‘Cos the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say


Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist
Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say


You play it on the radio
A so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo
A so me know you a go play it on the disco
A so me say we a go hear it on the stereo


I say east, say west, say north and south
This is gonna really make us jump and shout

Musical Youth