“Red, red wine
Goes to my head…
Makes me forget that I
Still need her so…”
I love a good drop of red. Another Saturday night, another takeaway night, another night cosied up on the couch… and yet all amplified by a couple of decent of glasses to put you in right form.
I don’t have photos of full glasses, because we drank it all didn’t we? And you know those people who are all “I love the Red wine song!” and they don’t even drink red wine?! Like, who are you?! You can’t proclaim love for something only to straight out deny it! That’s like, a Lion denying the sunshine.
Is that even possible?!?!
That’s my Saturday night red wine intoxicated rant over. And what’s so good about a drop of red, you might ask?
Drinking a good drop of red, with company. The type of company that like the colour of the liquid, is symbolic of all things love, passion and fiery combustion.
“Red, red wine
It’s up to you
All I can do I’ve done
Memories won’t go… memories won’t go.”
Cheers.
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