Showing posts with label wine. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 17 April 2013

A tasting note from Flashy



The General took a pull at his wine and grimaced. ‘I wish to God someone would tell the Hungarians that their wine would be greatly improved if they didn’t eat the grapes first.’


Mr American, p.518, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.


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Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Hungarian for bosom



. . . he found his host ensconced in a corner, looking like a lecherous Old Testament prophet in evening dress and decorations, drinking bull’s blood and trying to converse in what might have been a Balkan language with a buxom waitress in native costume.
    ‘You don’t know the Hungarian for bosom?’ he was saying. ‘Well, you ought to, of all people . . . here, I’ll show you — ah, there you are, Yankee, arriving inopportunely as usual.’


Mr American, p.517, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.


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Monday, 11 August 2008

Simply followed suit

Everyone else punished them [the wines] tremendously, as the Germans always do, and I simply followed suit.



Royal Flash, p.85, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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