VERRE YOU GO
Staring down the barrel of a dry January and with Christmas decorations already down I tackle the next pressing matter. Sourcing new wine glasses. Am down to two miss-matched loners: one middle-aged, middle-class John Lewis lady petrol special and a snooty overblown German artiso’. No wonder my Feng Shui’s all gone to shit. And just because no one’s visiting doesn’t mean this is acceptable. Not talking fancy or fine glasses. Want authentic, very round ‘balloon’ French style, like you’d get a in standard-but-chic Bistro or Parisian café. Below is my detailed sketch for reference.
Think have tumbled it, finding the French brand Arcoroc (click) agreeable with trade-robust classic models. Proper verre de bang normal vin. Talking of tumbling, also got some nifty, little guys like what Alain’s drinking wine of out in main shot, from Plein Soleil also, I think but cant be bothered to check (click). I reckon cant improve on these little Duralex ‘Picardie’ affairs (click) on style, authenticity and rugged credentials. Got tiny ones coming, but if they make the audition might invite some more of the famille. Both glass styles are suitably cheap and they’re coming from actual France. Should get here for Spring if freight between our countries remains a total fiasco, subject to ‘severe delays’ or effectively blocked for many imports for now. Nice work Brexit-wits. No idea what ‘Sovereignty’ actual equates to in real world but do know you’ve royally fucked us up.
Applied for French passport in light of Brexit sham on strength of French Grandma. Sadly would have needed my Dad Donald Stubbs to have got full blown French papers for this escape to work as its not in spirit French descendants policy it seems. Drat & hell fire. Talking of zeet-geists, in the meantime looking into fire pits. Not only have they been the recent focus of many recent legit social moments, themselves a potential worthy, rowdy test of the future Arcorocs in action, but new years resolutions mention nothing of obsessively burning of objects in back my garden. Dry January is gonna get pretty smokey one way or another.
Stubbs out.