I recently bought some Onyx wine glasses on eBay to drink my wine out of, and look down in a superior fashion on the rest of the world. However, despite the abuse from my flat mate that I’m trying to seem all knowledgeable about wine like one of our friends, who we’ll call Eddie (his name actually is Eddie, I couldn’t be arsed changing it for the sake of the story) I have to protest that I just like the look of the stone glasses.
Now Eddie (our wine loving friend) is from North Manchester and constantly berates us for our lack of taste in wine whenever he’s over for a drink, but I feel I have to share this tale of the man’s class.
One night, while Eddie was drinking his £16 bottle of sweet wine (and getting very pissed, because he doesn’t drink much) he took a distaste to the fact that my flatmate had managed to find 3 bottles for £6 in the local shop. How did Eddie show his distaste for the cheap plonk? Did he spit it out? Did he throw an eloquent torrent of abuse directed at the poor excuse for a wine?
No, Eddie (in his best Bury manner) whipped out his knob and dunked it into the glass.
You can’t buy class.