Firstly a quick thankyou to Gareth Wyn who says on his blog profile that he works in Information Management for the Government, but then says he is (quote) "aka a Librarian".
Definitely gay, (which is annoying because he's very good looking in a Rock Hudson rugged and square jawed sort of a way.) The sweetest, funniest thing about straight men is the way they will big-up their job titles and would die sooner than run them down. Heterosexual man can't seem to grasp the concepts of humour or self deprecation in relation to work. It takes a sister.
Anyway, Gareth ever so tactfully pointed out a huge flaw in my understanding about cork. I researched better. I came up with THIS. I am still confused.
Still, when I am better off and able to be selective about wines (instead of downright grateful) then I shall probably only buy something with a traditional cork in the bottle. Stripping cork apparently doesn't harm the trees or the wildlife, but using plastic does, in a roundabout way, because the forest owners give up and chop all their ancient cork trees down to plant something more lucrative.
Apparently there are only 150 Iberian lynx left and they live in...... (tanaaa!)....... the cork forests.
Buy a bottle with a cork in it - do your bit to save the lynx (and yes for someone who is still researching this, I do sound like a total convert.)
Secondly - Bulb has tagged me with a challenge which I am sorry to say, I refuse.
The first three rules are:
1. The story has got to be about your family, (In-laws count,) or your closest friends. (You gotta have slept with at least two of them.)
2. The story has got to be real and unembellished. (We have our ways of checking it.)
3. The story has got to give a "Oh my God no wonder you're so fucked up!" effect.
Bulb, I could do one or two really evil, fictional posts, it would be fun. The trouble with doing a whole month's worth is it would be not so much emotionally, but physically taxing. I also refuse to join in with the reality of it. There are things I would say to someone face to face that I would not leave on the internet to be found by those who would be hurt by them, or worse, those that would use them. I guess my problem is that I don't need to dig very deep.
So, I am a big wuss who's not playing. If, however, this sounds more like fun to you, and you feel like playing, then run over to Bulb's and tell him!