i saw a begger on the street the other day coughing his guts up while trying not to let his bottle of wine slip. his face went as red as reddy the red high king of red stuff. this only served to highlight how yellow the untreated scabs on his forehead had become. the blood which had dried cracked as his face strained.
while he was off guard his lady (if you can call her that) friend took the chance to snatch the wine from his weakened grip and downed the remains. suffice it to say when his coughing fit was passed and he realised that he was not only unfortunately still alive but also without alcahol he rounded on her with a closed fist.
thankfully for her the saving grace was that the half clad child in her arms took the majority of the blow and by the oddly mis-shaped head this looked like it was not the first time juniour had stood up for mum.
as she attempted to regain her balance while screaming out a few niceties about the gentlemans parentage, nearly slipping in the remains or their festering, regurgatated breacfast she let the bottle slip. as it smashed on the pave the glass shattered leaving only the lable streatched out on the kerb. as i passed i realised the true horror of it all...
...it was a 2004 bosnian grenache.
"Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts"