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Thursday, 2 June 2011
The Price of Plonk.
I tend not to look at the price of things either at the supermarket or in local shops; if I want something I simply buy it.
But for some reason I looked at my today's bill, and noticed that my weekly 5 litre 'cubi' of red wine (piquette) still costs only €4.99 (£4.30). I know I've written about this before, but I mention it again because I recently heard an English news item, stating that in future, spirits, wine, and beer, will all be sold at some outrageous minimum price per unit of alcohol (whatever that means). This will no doubt make things so much easier for the Chancellor when (on budget day) he has to say 'I'm going to add another £2 on a unit of alcohol', etc.
This, apparently, is to save the nation from its evil ways (some bloody hope). Why not tell the truth, and admit that it's just another way of raising phenomenal amounts of tax from those who take simple pleasure in abating their stress levels through the consumption of fruit juice; those 'stress levels' caused by work and taxation.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!