Friday, 16:10. Into my inbox pops a message: the tasters have just finished testing 200 bottles of wine, and anyone who wants (most) of a bottle to take home for 50p should pop downstairs and form an orderly queue.
Strangely, this announcement wasn't followed by a sudden exodus - most people seemed to think the place would be mobbed and it wasn't worth trying. But after a couple of minutes I overheard a couple of colleagues decide to go for it. I was glad I'd waited, as I'd have never found the place by myself.
I know sod all about wine, so I went for an organic white from which little had been removed (not sure whether that means the tasters didn't like it, or it was good enough/distinctive enough that they didn't need much to form an impression). I liked it, anyhow - but what I liked more was the rather surreal sight of everyone wandering around the building with opened bottles of wine.
As they also subsidise pretty much any evening class I'd care to indulge in, I've also signed up with the handily local Arts Centre for a course in stained glass, followed by another in jewellery making. I'm hoping that I won't turn out to be the only clueless beginner surrounded by cool arty types.
On a more Potterish note,
hp_holidaygen signups started last week. You've got until next Saturday to sign up - go on, you know you want to. ;)
ETA Oooh, and there's
luciusfqf, too, which includes gen, het and slash categories. Now taking prompts for sign-ups starting next week, but fics can be posted until February. Will I resist the temptation to break my resolution only to sign up for one ficfest at a time?
Strangely, this announcement wasn't followed by a sudden exodus - most people seemed to think the place would be mobbed and it wasn't worth trying. But after a couple of minutes I overheard a couple of colleagues decide to go for it. I was glad I'd waited, as I'd have never found the place by myself.
I know sod all about wine, so I went for an organic white from which little had been removed (not sure whether that means the tasters didn't like it, or it was good enough/distinctive enough that they didn't need much to form an impression). I liked it, anyhow - but what I liked more was the rather surreal sight of everyone wandering around the building with opened bottles of wine.
As they also subsidise pretty much any evening class I'd care to indulge in, I've also signed up with the handily local Arts Centre for a course in stained glass, followed by another in jewellery making. I'm hoping that I won't turn out to be the only clueless beginner surrounded by cool arty types.
On a more Potterish note,
ETA Oooh, and there's