From a peoplesrepublicofcork.com forum
Originally Posted by Lostmeringtopaddypower
“And trying to drink same.
I came home last night from 2.5 hours of utter slavery in the office and had a bottle of warm white wine on my person.
I had gathered same in a supermarket on the way home.
So I did what any sane person would do and put said glorious bottle of escape into the freezer.
I forgot all about it, though (advanced years, you see) and fell asleep.
I remembered it tonight.
It was frozen solid.
I am dying of wine-thirst now though and it won’t melt quickly enough.
Wine sorbet, lads.
I started licking the outside of the bottle furiously and breathing heavily on it to try to get it ready. It’s still utterly cold, though.
It reminds me of my previous relationship.
What a scene.”
