Third time lucky. The Volvo goes in to have two new front tyres fitted. The car has done 16,000 miles since July so that's not too bad. Neither the garage owner nor his sidekick are talkative. In fact they are dour to the point of being monosyllabic. While they put the car on the ramp I go for a walk.
Down the hill from the garage is a bathroom showroom, a police station, an undertakers and an ALDI. The ALDI is open. The place has very bright neon lights . That's good enough to tempt me in. There is a pile of very unripe pineapples on the fresh fruit counter . Next to that there's a small mountain of Easter Eggs that are being heavily discounted . The packaging suggests they're of Slovene origin. Down by the end wall the wine section hoves into view. This is extensive but caters more for a student audience. There is a heavy emphasis on wine with colourful packaging. A bottle of Blue Nun with a label showing a smiling and exceedingly buxom young woman milking a cow on top of a mountain is examined. My interest in the bottle has not escaped the notice of a woman in a blue nylon coat. ' Ye cannae buy alcohol before ten ' she shouts out before adding ' It's against the law'. " Thank you but I'm just looking " I reply. The unsmiling woman stares at me in a way that suggests that I'm the type that needs a bottle of Blue Nun to start the day. She maintains a glaring and watchful presence until I leave.
On my way home after picking up the car there's time to stop off at the old barbers by the Baptist church. The two women who own it are in the process of opening up for the day. 'Any chance of a quick trim ?' . It's my lucky day. I'm in the chair and out again in six and a half minutes. They charge £8 which must be the cheapest haircut you can get anywhere in the UK. The two women maintain a conversation about a man in their village who found two halibut steaks in a bag, cooked them and then suffered from food poisoning. ' Did he grill them or fry them ?' asks the younger of the two women of the other. Angus wants to ask if it would have made any difference but keeps this thought to himself. He'd also like to know where the two halibut steaks were found. At a bus stop ? On a park bench ?
7 comments:
Hahaha! "Found" fish is always suspect.
There is nothing quite as judgemental as small town judgemental. I can't imaging Blue Nun in your cellar. Enjoyed the walk,
Good heavens - fancy finding someone who actually works in Aldi. I rarely venture into ours but am told you can never find anyone who actually works there (or will admit to it). Till operators are an especially rare breed - they don't come out until the queue is at least 15 people long!
The Blue Nun story began my day with a good laugh. My goodness, to eat "found" food requires a certain naivety. What splendid weather you've been enjoying, some of which actually spilled onto the coast of Northern California this week.
Back to the 60s with Blue Nun! Many a late night sip. And of course the raffia-wrapped chianti bottles serving as candle holders once the wine was gone. Cheers!!!!
Blue Nun? Really? I think the last time I saw that was in college, which was longer ago than I care to admit.
Students still drink Blue Nun? Gosh that takes me back...
For those of us who like to shop early, the ban on selling alcohol before 10 am in Scotland is particularly irritating!
Cheers, Gail.
Post a Comment