There’s something very pleasing about the ritual of opening wine. Something dignified and calming. After a long week, it’s a moment to slow down and simply enjoy the sensations of opening wine. A civilised moment. (Pinky out.) Some will talk of the cheeky rustle of foil on a fine Champagne, or the yielding of the cork in a vintage Châteauneuf-du-Pape, but me, my favourite aspect is the force with which the first gush of plonk squirts out the goon bag. Slàinte!
Oh yeah, also something about video games?