Friday, July 07, 2006

The time Lord

Sunday night is going to be such a special and nervous event at the same time. I admit, I have never known time drag so much as waiting for the World Cup final to arrive. I remember the same thing back in 1982 and 1994 but this time seems even worse. Every day seems to take an age. And on Sunday every hour before kick-off will seem like an eternity.

It got me thinking about the time-warping qualities of grappa. It has the ability to both slow-down and speed-up the passing minutes. I will give you two cases in point. I once famously sat down with an old drinking partner of mine (Martino anyone?) to polish off a bottle of my father's grappa ai lamponi (grappa with raspberries in it). With that job done it was about midnight, time for my old pal to head home, time for me to head up the stairs. We said our goodbyes on the doorstep. When I got up the stairs to my bed, however, it was suddenly 3am. Martino swears it took him the same three hours to walk home, even though it was only a few hundred yards away. Spooky or what?

The reverse is happening today. I partook of a couple of grappinas last night for the first time in a while with my uncle and father in tow. Now this afternoon at work seems to be lasting an age. Dr Who and his tardis don't know the half of it. A half decent bottle of grappa and you can twist time all you like.

6 comments:

martinobhoy said...

May have partook of one or two myself last night. Check your Italian football blog and the time of the first post!

Anyhoo another claim to fame for this excellent blog is that it is a googlewhack. A googlewhack is when you put two words into the Google search engine and only one site comes up.

Try grappaholic minogue.

a.c.t said...

I'm off to Leicester this weekend where my Dad will no doubt be getting the grappa out - I'll see if it works. Actually come to think of it, on Friday nights at my parents' house after a few grappas, we always end up going to bed in the wee small hours which is very unusual for them. Maybe there is some truth to it all... (queue Ex-files theme tune)

obverse said...

A sad sad day for grappa. Have just read that Piers Morgan and his luvvy chums in the media love nothing better than swilling back the grappa at the groucho etc. Enough to make those old mountain men spit in their parmalat cartons...

ginkers said...

I would almost give up the grappa, if it hadn't reach the levels of an addiction. I would like to think that Morgan and his type would quaff some lightweight version - perhaps containing fruit! If not, let them be left abandoned in the Tuscan hills surrounded by wild boar and see how they get on...

Now bring me my milk carton, I need a swig!

martinobhoy said...

I look forward to another one of those grappa moments when I visit Dumfries on the 27th.

Our first grappa together as Campioni Del Mondo.

Spangly Princess said...

so this evening have been enjoying (quite a lot of) somethign particulalry fine called Roner gold (grappa dell'alto adige, the label helpfully informs me) which apprently is full of gerwurtztraminer and is rather nice. kind of mellow and smooth and creamy almost. she syas, polishing off the bottle. anything in your bible?