
Sunday had the delights and guilty pleasure of watching a black and white film in the middle of the day - the choice this time was one that I had not seen, so I thought 'why not now?', Alan Sillitoe's 'The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner', which is actually a pretty bleak film, all northern grit and Tough of the Track stuff. A rare glimpse of a young John Thaw, testing out some of his drama school accents! Men in tweed suits, smoking pipes and using phrases such as 'now look here laddie'. I don;t think I heard 'you've got me bang to rights, guv'nor' but you get the picture. Also the universal usage of the black plimsoll as running footwear - none of your ahar+ SPEVA foam-soled stability Asics shoes and vests made from wicking materials here, don't you know. This is running in the raw not the namby-pamby stuff that passes for it nowadays (or so they would say I imagine..).
No cycling this week either - I sure wasn't going to cycle to work and back feeling that rough! (is this turning into a bit of an 'illcast' blog? Note to self - stop.). So, my bicycle looks forlornly at me from the cold dark garage, and reproaches me.
I'd pulled out some interesting wines for the weekend, and the lack of guests was not going to get in the way of drinking some of them. One which particularly sticks in the mind is Nuits St Georges 1er cru Vaucrains 2002 by Chauvenet from the Wine Society 2002 en primeur campaign several years ago now (about £30 a bottle then, goodness knows what it would be now). It was a particularly rich and silky Burgundy from an excellent vintage. By now the 2002's are just about coming round, with plenty of raspberry flavours, a touch of sweetness, hints of cinnamon and coconut, good length of flavour, and just really well balanced. Definitely stylish and complete, and showing the charm of the vintage.
Here endeth feeling sorry for myself...
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