Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Maxfield Parrish


"I've got two bottles of Champagne - this one, and this one called 'Krug'. Which one shall we open first?"

Well, being innocents, we opened the Krug and glugged it down, thinking it quite pleasant. The other - when opened - was a Big Yellow Taxi experience, and a sharp awakening about the comparative qualities of Champagne. Wrong order.

Someone (not unrelated to this post) gave me a two-pint bottle of Southern Comfort around the same time, but this really needs to be glugged down, which I and a couple of friends did over a one night period. Let's just say that - like Special Brew - it was an interesting experience which I have no intention of repeating.

At this time, I was obsessed with a romantic notion of Greece. Retsina was my wine of choice.

A wine so resinous, that you exuded incense from your very pores the whole of the next day.

I went to Athens and I ordered a half bottle of Retsina with my lunch. It wasn't just awful like ordinary Retsina, it was cloudy, vinegar and undrinkable.

I refused it and asked for a replacement. The waiter returned and said that was the last drop of Retsina in the house. Greece. No Retsina.

I blame Maxfield Parrish.

I am fed up with Google, sick of my acquaintances and tired of the people who profess to be my friends.

41 comments:

  1. Naaaaaasty grrrrrr! This is why I stick to scotch only.

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  2. Southern Comfort tastes great with Sprite.

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    1. Sprite + hydrogen peroxide = high explosive.

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  3. That's when I tell them to fuck off. I feel like that over here tonight.

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    1. I've told two to fuck off tonight already.

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  4. I feel like that tonight...there must be a full moon

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    1. In so many adverse things recently, I seem not to be alone. Fuck it anyway, eh?

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    2. Chin up dearheart!
      Dont let the bastards grind you down

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    3. Difficult unless I win the lottery.

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  5. The only thing I ever learned to say in Greek was 'And a bottle of Retsina please'. Priorities.

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  6. Just beginning to come off a two month battle with IHAYA; not sure I'm ready to give it up just yet, however.

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    1. No, it's 'I Hate All Y'All', lol.

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    2. Oh. I thought it might have been like Thunderbird.

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  7. I'm off to 16th century Oxfordshire this morning to change the course of history using paint and wire brushes.

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  8. Lay off the Southern Comfort. Content yourself with a cocoa at bedtime and remember all your bloggy friends love you dearly.

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    1. I like the last bit, but the first two are out of the question.

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  9. Sorry you are low this day, for it is going to be beautiful at the farm. I have an old print of that painting. I don't get the connection - you have to draw me a picture, or is that you lying on the ground?

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    1. That's an old girlfriend lying on the ground, and another leaning over her.

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  10. I will always associate Southern Comfort with Janis Joplin. Even though I grew up in the South, I don't remember ever having even a sip of the stuff. My memory could be faulty.

    After staying up to watch televised results of yesterday's Presidential primary elections, I am feeling very dispirited today.

    Best wishes to you on your Oxfordshire efforts.

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    1. It takes a lot to kill someone like Janis Joplin, but S.C. is quite a lot.

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  11. In my misspent youth, I once drank a whole lot of Southern Comfort and the first result was a very drunken state in which I made a telephone call I never ever should have made. The second result was that I passed out but not before I was violently ill over my living room carpet. And the third was that the next morning I had to clean it all up...

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    1. Amateur. Worse - an amateur without servants. Oh well, you must have moved onto something with less sugar, I suppose.

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  12. Put me right then. Good stuff first, not so good stuff second. A Cana (Wedding at)lesson?
    Mild cheese first then the mighty blue goat?
    They are about to do a new version of Gerald Durrell's My Family and Other Animals so Retsina ought to become popular for a while.

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    1. The Durrells were all alcos and Greece is bankrupt, so I'm not sure about sales of the stuff. Bad first, better second, I think was the lesson.

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  13. Chin up...this too shall pass.

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    1. All things must pass - including hangovers from Southern Comfort.

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  14. I had to be carried out of The Red Lion in Holborn after a Southern Comfort session. After telling the man next to me at the bar that I didn't drink whiskey he told me that I would like Southern Comfort and coke ...... he should have told me not to drink the whole bottle !!!!! ..... I haven't drunk it since !!
    Us bloggers are the best friends to have as we are anonymous and don't have to talk face to face...... I think you'll be OK once Rachel is back from Barcelona !!!! XXXX

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    1. You can have too much of a bad thing.

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  15. Ugh. Southern Comfort. Only for the young and inexperienced. My taste runs more to Lagavulin these days.

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    1. It was you who bought me the huge bottle of Southern Comfort. Remember?

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    2. 1976 - Just before the house fire at Green Park. I drank it with Bill, then the house caught fire, despite him pissing on my bedroom carpet.

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    3. ... or maybe because of him pissing on my bedroom carpet...

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  16. Maybe that painting should have been called, 'Waking Up after a Night on Southern Comfort'?

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