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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Going back to Himazas

Bronwyn's packing boxes ready for Catty Library. Noticing that the contents were bottle-shaped, and fearful that they might be Molotov cocktails, I have a nosey.

"It's just the usual bottles of wine," explains Bronwyn. "It's for the event there on Friday. I'm getting them over there while I've got a bit of time to spare."

"The usual...?"

"You remember: that case of Dingo's Oxter Chardonnay-style white that was bought that time for the prize-giving at Raccoonville."

"That... but that was years ago."

"That's right. It was so bloody awful that nobody would drink it. The stuff that wasn't opened got put back in the case and it's been to every official function since then."

"So you're sending it to Catty?"

"Oh, it'll be sent back, don't you worry. But in the mean time it'll make up the numbers so it looks like we're making an effort."


Gadjo Dilo said...

"...so bloody awful that nobody would drink it"?? Then why not try another of Dingo's premier cru wines, for instance their rightly praised peppermint-flavoured Burgundy.

The Topiary Cow said...

"Making up the numbers so it looks like we're making an effort?"

Cow thinking this just summed up her life in one fell swoop.


Kevin Musgrove said...

Gadjo: Idris Peppermint Cordial. nuff said.

Ms. Cow: I think you need a holiday.

The Topiary Cow said...

Cow now wanting a holiday...