Hungarian Bulls Blood wine. My parents had a party, I was 16 and the barman was impressed with my drinking capacity. It all ended up with a massive projectile vomit on the carpet. Never touched red wine since.
The Guardian has an excellent food section, but that’s about it. All mainstream media seem to have their own agendas, and I can’t be arsed with any of them. Al Jazeera is a good source of unbiased news.
That’s weird as I was in Guildford today and noticed that one of the forthcoming attractions at the Yvonne Arnaud theatre was “An audience with Jeremy Vine” and wondered who he was.
I really don’t care about the national team anymore. No manager, however brilliant, is going to make a success out of a bunch of comparably untalented, self entitled millionaires.
Just basing it on a half day charge. A lot of the work will be grinding out the stump and roots. They will also have to factor in the travelling time to the next job etc