Mikel

you eat what I eat it seems but to me plonk is plonk I dont care what it is if it tastes alright

cheers Furphy

Mikel

years ago around the Inglewood - Texas area  tobacco growing territory things were tight and we couldn't afford much so we used to buy what was known in those days as "Soury" it was the staple wine that the Italian growers used to drink with their meals and mate I gotta tell you that you drank a glass of this stuff (it had to be cold) gefore you could even have a go at it but you would down a glass and it was that dry and sour that every and I mean every part of your body tightened up. It was that dry that a sip would cure the worst case of the trots you could ever have but it cost 10 cents for 4 litres and if you were drunk enough and it was cold enough you could get it down one of the benifit was that when you woke up after a night drinking this stuff a drink of water was enough to get you pissed again
even after all these years I can still recall the taste and mate nobody wanted to be crook the next day course it would tear the bark off an ironbark tree when it came back up

All in all quite a good drop if you needed vinegar for a salad

When we arrived in Au.,1949 we stayed a couple of months with some distant relies in Hampton, a Melbourne (in those days) outer suberb.
Over the road from the house was a large market garden block, mainly melons, and tended to by a group of "Eyeties" as my old man called them.
Well it wasn't long before us kids noticed that every so often the gardeners would gather around a spot then began passing round and "drinking" a melon.
We all know about curiosity, and it was very soon that after the fellows had gone home for the day we discovered one of these drinkable melons. (they conveniently marked them with a stick poked in the ground)
What a turnout? The juice was warm and sweet but bang, the effect was instant. Everything began to rotate and go out of focus at the same time. Home was only over the road but have no idea how long it took to get there.
Uncle Harry was the first to spot us (his 2 sons and myself) and being wise to the ways of boys knew what we had been up to.
My old man was not so tolerant, I received a pretty good touch up for my misdemeaners. Probably not surprising seeing he was teetotal.
It must have had a lasting effect though, of uncle Harry's sons, one became a ships captain in the navy, the other a musician in the Vic. symphony orchestra.
It was years later I learned that the recipe was to make a hole in the melon, scoop out the flesh, put a handfull of sultanas in, fill with water and let the sun do the rest.
Oh, and me? Well its nearly 60 years later and I still like a drop of that sweet warm stuff made from muscatel grapes.
mikel

Hey Muzz,
I like that idea, and as a believer in the Supernatural I could come back as a "min min light".
mikel

They will have to change his name from Mick to Wick