My office colleague at UPITN, Norman Dickson, was a member of a wine society. He had a neighbour in Sutton, where he lived, who was also a member. The society was having its annual raffle for a bottle of rare red wine. A bottle was worth a few hundred pounds.
Norman said “I am going to win the bottle and my wife (Maimie) and I are organising a dinner with my neighbour and his wife when we intend to open the bottle”. “Of course, we shall have a few bottles of red on standby, after all, there are only six glasses in the bottle”
I said “Do you really mean to open it and drink it ?”, “Of course, this opportunity doesn’t come round very often”.
I said ”You haven’t won it yet”. Norman replied “Oh, ye of little faith”.
“If I were you”, I said, “I would sell it to the highest bidder and with the money, I would buy several cases of fine Scotch”. He said “This is a chance of a lifetime”.
Needless to say, Norman won the prize bottle and had his dinner party.
The next day, he came into the office and I asked him how the bottle of wine went down.
“It went down the toilet” he said, “It was like p***”.
I said “What a waste of all that Scotch”.
Next chapter: Chapter 62: Picnic Lunch