Wine tasting

Sun.12.08.07. Being slightly ‘anal’ I have retained most of the ‘moc ups’ of previous patterns of the dash together with the rest of the interior parts. The very first model for the console combined unwanted, battered cardboard crudely fashioned fixed together with PVA, masking tape, brown paper, vinegar and sugar. This contraption has been slowly decomposing in my damp cellar, most of which cannot be re-cycled. After several minutes of study I realised that many of the other panels could be rescued to be reinvented later within the present proposals. Snip, snap, click, clack, bish, bosh, et viola, in all its’ shabby glory has evolved the ‘Mk6.’ console. I appreciate that a fundamental, essential and formative stage in the design process requires working with simple, cheap materials, so having to revert back to this level has felt something of a retrograde pointless task to which I thought I would never need revisit. The work is finished: the dash covered with brown card to simulate wood, the console presently consists of patched rotting cardboard, duck tape, PVA and paper. This shall remain so until approved by the masters.

At 3pm we had scheduled a wine tasting session down at the Oak with all the potential members interested in the Beaujolais trip. I had taken 3 bottles of red that I had brought back from the cave at Buxy. The 4.20 euros cote Bourgoyne, the 6.40 euros Cote Chalonaisse and 9.20 euros Premier Cru Givry were offered as typical samples from the region. All of which were gently consumed with the aid of a rustic, cross parmigano/goats cheese brought back from Santorini by the Preacher. The afternoon became quite successful as other interested parties were keen to join the run. The committed group members now consist of Jo and myself, the Doc and Alan, Dave and Julie Green + two friends, Kenny and Norma + two friends: other possible members include Cockney Mick wiv ‘er indoors, Kerry plus new fit boyfriend, Katie and Simon. 

The Sunday darts match concluded with Lowtie and Chris orchestrating the usual mayhem, Doctor Dave, of all people, ‘guiding’ the winning arrow with a double 10. It was only later that I discovered that Dave, in a past life, had represented Wigan at darts, pool and ‘dom’s; asserting himself as the ideal ‘unknown ringer’. After ten consecutive defeats the chalice known as the Cheatham cup has returned victoriously to team Chris. This might be the fillip he needs to finish the car? Stranger things have happened.