An extremely good question Redleg .

Back in the sixties before wine became popular it was a "lady' s " alternative to a mixed drink.

Other than that I will bow to superior knowledge.

Probably more 50's od

in the 60's ladies became 'birds' and let it all hang out and barossa pearl was becoming the rage

Probably more 50's od

in the 60's ladies became 'birds' and let it all hang out and barossa pearl was becoming the rage

And don't forget when Spewmante became fashionable.

Probably more 50's od

in the 60's ladies became 'birds' and let it all hang out and barossa pearl was becoming the rage

Probably right dc I was not in any pubs in the fifties, a smidge too young

And don't forget when Spewmante became fashionable.

Seventies from my memory Bbo.

Just about the same time as Ben Ean don't think that spelling is correct.

Arh the seventies !

And don't forget when Spewmante became fashionable.

and the 'mods' had their little wine bars and got sick on cyder and stones ginger wine

whilst uni students found the cheapest and quickest way to get drunk was to scholl a half bottle of cheap sweet sherry

Probably right dc I was not in any pubs in the fifties, a smidge too young

i was only in them as a paper boy od

patron would shout me a lemon squash and sometimes a shandy

Seventies from my memory Bbo.

Just about the same time as Ben Ean don't think that spelling is correct.

Arh the seventies !

Ah yes. I worked as a pot smoking barman. A couple of other delights were Advocaat and a red fizzy thing called something duck.

Ah yes. I worked as a pot smoking barman. A couple of other delights were Advocaat and a red fizzy thing called something duck.

Cold duck!

Those were the days when wine selection was easy.

No such thing as a cabernet sauvignon with aromas of blackberry, wet grass and oak.

Just Claret. In a cask or flagon.

Ah yes. I worked as a pot smoking barman. A couple of other delights were Advocaat and a red fizzy thing called something duck.

so when did you become a pyromaniac who preys on his neighbours wife and covets his wine supply?

I always thought that "Pimms" was the ladies drink of chose....

I always thought that "Pimms" was the ladies drink of chose....

Believe it or not Bossdog it still is in the UK.

Also making a comeback with the thirty somethings here

Cold duck!

That's the one. I remember pouring quite a bit into a young lady (I was quite sophisticated even then) and she chucked in my Kingswood.

so when did you become a pyromaniac who preys on his neighbours wife and covets his wine supply?

Just natural evolution DC.

Those were the days when wine selection was easy.

No such thing as a cabernet sauvignon with aromas of blackberry, wet grass and oak.

Just Claret. In a cask or flagon.

If you lunch with Biffen (a singular experience) the "wine" come in large plastic containers.

I won't discuss a "bloody mary".

I might start a discussion on the origin of drink names like, grasshopper, harvey wallbanger, brown cowboy, gin sling, martini, mint julep, to name just a few.

I won't discuss a "bloody mary".

I might start a discussion on the origin of drink names like, grasshopper, harvey wallbanger, brown cowboy, gin sling, martini, mint julep, to name just a few.

Obviously a seventies man Redleg all classics from that era.

That's the one. I remember pouring quite a bit into a young lady (I was quite sophisticated even then) and she chucked in my Kingswood.

You old smoothy Bitty.

That's the one. I remember pouring quite a bit into a young lady (I was quite sophisticated even then) and she chucked in my Kingswood.

Just natural evolution DC.

No problem really they had plastic floor mats!

No problem really they had plastic floor mats!

Yes and vinyl seats - you could almost hose them out. But there was a problem - the young lady passed out - what's a man to do?

Yes and vinyl seats - you could almost hose them out. But there was a problem - the young lady passed out - what's a man to do?

err.....take her home safely in one piece?

err.....take her home safely in one piece?

I did that a couple of times, the first time the mother tore me to shreds.

Second time I told her I found her sitting in a gutter.

She looked at me said liar and slammed the door!

err.....take her home safely in one piece?

Well not exactly Moon. Laws were different in those days - if you get my drift.

Well not exactly Moon. Laws were different in those days - if you get my drift.

In some countries you'd get your old fella cut off for that Bitty.

Yes and vinyl seats - you could almost hose them out. But there was a problem - the young lady passed out - what's a man to do?

i'm confident you came up with an elegant and tasteful solution bbo

i'm confident you came up with an elegant and tasteful solution bbo

Thank you for your support DC. You have obviously worked your way through a similar experience.

BTW I have have exhorted Biffen to join this conversation , as his input would be invaluable, but alas he has sucumbed to the pleasures of the flesh and is currently unavailable.