Friday, 14 September 2012
a surfeit of scrumpy
We'd agreed to meet in one of those railway arch type wine bars near one of the main-line train stations.
It's a well-known London venue, but was surprisingly quiet when we arrived.
We'd both taken the precaution to travel by public transport, so that some modest imbibing would be possible.
I should have heard the buzzer making that 'Brrp' noise and seen the big red cross in the air.
But I didn't.
"They do a good cider here," said my friend.
"I'll give it a go," I replied.
It looked innocent enough and fairly clear. Not an obvious rough scrumpy candidate although the apples had that tart taste.
"It's only six-and-a-half-percent," said my friend.
I should have remembered that I am not very cider-proof.
We had a great afternoon.
Although I did decide to make it an early night.
And this morning's 6 a.m. start was surprisingly difficult.
Tonight it will be comfort food.
Beans on toast.
And no cider.
Posted by rashbre at 20:17