Inadvertently, a few weeks back, I stumbled
across the answer to a question I hadn't really intended
asking, but which had often flitted perfidiously across my
consciousness - usually eliciting something of a forlorn
response.
It's been a long lay-off; too long. but needless to say it
hasn't been wasted, much research having been, reluctantly I
might add, undertaken in the interim.
Like red wine but find it plays havoc with your constitution?
The headache, the dry horrors the morning after, the feeling
you've been clobbered during the night by a virtual
steamroller? In this part of the world we are used to our
reds being "big".
