I am drinking wine. Red wine. Yes, you heard. I am drinking RED WINE even though for the last 12 years I have regarded it with contemptuous mirth. What, am I fucking french or something? Sheesh.
Here's Matt keeping it real last night drinking wine in the street. We were walking to the pub, because my bike has a puncture. Boo. I totally lucked out later though when, on the way home, Matt discovered a descant recorder in a box of junk on the pavement. Hooray!