The café’s been shuttered for a few days; apologies for any inconvenience. Been busy with spring cleaning, which for the rest of our lives will now be carried out in February. It was time for stacks of newspapers, magazines and other such clutter to go, to make way for more stacks. Here’s how the home office is coming along:
Oh, a Tartini suggestion, should anyone ever seek your advice on a recording. I’ve already brought him up, but it’s always worth repeating that the best recording I’ve come across of The Devil’s Sonata by Piran’s favorite son is the Andrew Manze recording for harmonia mundi. Tartini said the mischievously haunting piece came to him in a dream, and Manze takes that dream and makes it his own.
I saw a glass of wine in a dream last night, but since a poll by YouGov revealed that 22 percent of men in the UK apparently lie about wine to impress women (only 11 percent of women fib on this topic according to the poll), I’m not going to bother with wine reviews at the moment (https://www.airmaniax.com), but do want to note the particularly huge amounts of money some people are willing to spend to clearly illustrate their bad taste in wine. Reports the Telegraph:
A rare bottle of Nazi wine with a portrait of Adolf Hitler on the label has been sold at auction for £3,995 … … The lot, which attracted worldwide interest, was expected to fetch only £500-800 when it went under the hammer in Plymouth.
That’s EUR 5,953/USD 7,812 for an undrinkable bottle that should have been enjoyed in a Berlin bunker back in May of 1945. The buyer remained anonymous, so unfortunately he can’t be outed as the No. 1 person in the world you should never ask to select the dinner wine. (Maybe those who’ve come across what CNN describes as “Small packets of sugar bearing the likeness of Adolf Hitler and carrying Holocaust jokes [that] have been found in some cafes in Croatia” should save them for their grandkids who can make a killing on eBay.)
I can’t end this with a rant about a grotesquely over-priced bottle of wine bearing the likeness of a one-testicled dictator, so will conclude with mention of another who apparently wasn’t missing much besides brains. If you haven’t seen it, check out The Last King of Scotland – Forest Whitaker was absolutely phenomenal as Idi Amin.