Archive for August, 2007

7th August
2007
written by ploop

Why does the high street treat me like a total asshole? If I want insurance, I search online for the best deal. If want two of something I’ll buy two. But the high street makes an assumption that I am a golden, fur lined tosser just waiting to be told how to consume.

Why the dreary outpouring? I’ve just been to post a letter, buy a sandwich and pay in a cheque. I left with the cheque, the letter and a credit card yet I’ve arrived home with a carrier bag full to the neck with crap. Marketing shit that I don’t even want to waste the energy of my shredder on. Here’s how it went:

1. Paying in cheque – “thankyou Mr ploop and may I ask, have you had your account reviewed with us recently? A quick look at the screen here tells me you could be on our premier banking scheme.” Oh great, you want to charge me £20 a month so you can add my name to a ’special database’ that will offer me cheap insurance on a daily basis …

2. Buying a stamp for the letter – “thankyou – and while you are here could I interest you in travel insurance (kids go free) or our new credit card”

3. Buying my sandwich – “thankyou, would you like a latte or smoothie to go with that? No? Ok, how about a pastry at half price”

Forgive me – but I just wanted to make three simple transactions and I got badgered and rodgered at every goddam step.

I do, however, feel sorry for the young chap who then collared me to join the NSPCC for just £25/month. Maybe a ‘no thankyou’ would have been better than burying my fountain pen in his fucking neck.

1st August
2007
written by ploop

Chateau Musar 2002, Lebanon.

You’re feeling cheeky, rock ‘n’ roll, missing your youth a little bit yet enjoying a little more money. You pop on ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ by the Stones and strut down to your cellar howling out ‘Whooo … whooo’. There’s only one wine that will fit this mood, only one wine that will deal with this song – Chateau Musar 2002.

It’s showing a little age – so there’s a little leather on the nose along with an exotic and truly unique comination on ripe red fruits, blackberries and something that reminds me of a certain incense stick my ex girlfriend would burn when my luck was in. In the mouth it’s both sweet, savoury and something hovering on sour – I love it. Swill it round the mouth, smooth along to a great Stones tune and plow on out for an evening once you’ve nailed a couple of glasses.

It’s odd, it’s from Lebanon for heaven’s sake, and is truly unique. Like Sympathy for the Devil it taps its own tune – unlike the Stones though … it does get better with age.

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