New Year, even more than Christmas, is one of the few dates ringed on the calendar in which overindulgence is practically compulsory; outside of weddings and stag-do’s, getting plastered any other time of the year tends to be frowned upon, but on December 31 it’s officially OK to let yourself go. You must enjoy yourself. Without wishing to sound too contrary, however, I’ve always been uncomfortable about any state-sponsored ‘fun’; it feels too much like a Bacchanalian Butlin’s, and if I’m going to indulge I’d rather do so on a day of my own choosing, not have government or the drinks industry choose it on my behalf. And on the odd occasion when I do indulge, one frustrating thing I’ve found is that there’s never quite enough in one bottle of wine; at the same time, there’s too much in two. If only one last glass could be squeezed out of that first bottle, there’d be no need to crack open the second. Well, it seems moves are now afoot to sell wine by the pint, reducing the number of glasses in a bottle – one of the more eccentric ‘Brexit opportunities’ to have been dreamt up by a government that apparently has nothing better to do.
None other than Winston Churchill himself was fond of the pint measure when it came to his favourite champagne, claiming the bottle provided ‘enough for two at lunch and one at dinner’ – though if we are to believe the stories of Sir Winston’s appetite for a tipple, I suspect he had more than one at dinner. Robert Burns was another notable historical figure to celebrate what he referred to as ‘a pint o’ wine’, and even though beer remains resolutely served in pints, wine and spirits have long since shed the remnants of imperial measurements to fall into line with the European metric system. Indeed, for many decades the faint rumblings of a determined rejection of edicts imposed on the British people by the EU was largely manifested as an anti-metric movement, with market traders and shopkeepers routinely afforded headlines in the more Euro-sceptic dailies as they valiantly battled to uphold traditional weights and measures we were ordered to abandon; long before the Brexit vote, the so-called ‘metric martyrs’ were staging their own little battles against Brussels, even if the majority greeted these turf wars as trivial and insignificant.
During the premiership of Boris Johnson, there were vague hints that some imperial measurements would again be an option, with any trader still wishing to use pounds and ounces no longer forced to convert to the metric system or face prosecution for failing to do so. But pints of wine appear to be the limit of this flirtation with the old ways on the part of the Government, which hasn’t indicated it will introduce any legislation to enforce them. The Department for Business and Trade said, ‘Following extensive consultation, the Government has decided not to introduce any new legislation in this area. But new guidance has been issued to promote awareness and use of imperial measurements.’ Reaction from winemakers has been fairly unenthusiastic, however; one was quoted as saying ‘No one is going to make a pint-sized bottle. In order to make one, you’re going to have to invest a huge amount of money. It’s a silly measure’.
The standard bottle of wine contains 750ml and is the universal bottle size where most wines in the world are concerned; there are, of course, the larger magnum (1.5 litres) and jeroboam (3 litres), as well as the half-bottle, which holds 375ml; but 750ml is the most common size. A pint-sized wine bottle would house 568ml, so as a measurement it doesn’t sound like an improvement; granted, there may well be ‘romantic’ nostalgic associations, especially from those old enough to remember pint-sized bottles of champagne from before 1973; but I can’t honestly say there’s much appeal to it for yours truly, despite the characteristic hyperbole spouted by Kevin Hollinrake, who is apparently the Minister for enterprise, markets and small businesses. ‘Our exit from the EU was all about moments just like this,’ he gushed, ‘where we can seize new opportunities and provide a real boost to our Great British wineries and further growing the economy.’ He went on to add hackneyed buzzwords like ‘innovation, freedom and choice’, but I won’t bore you with any further quotes. And I won’t be having a pint either.
RESTING IN PEACE
I’ve no idea how many posts this year ended up paying tribute to a notable figure to have passed away, but it feels like a hell of a lot. I guess 2023 has just been one of them years. Television celebrities were well-represented: Mike Yarwood, Michael Parkinson, George Alagiah, Paul O’Grady, and Wilf Lunn – to name just a small handful. Sport, especially football, suffered several losses this year: Terry Venables, Bill Kenwright, John Motson, Bobby Charlton, Francis Lee, Trevor Francis, and Gianluca Vialli were amongst some of the more prominent. Music bade farewell to Shane MacGowan, Sinead O’Connor, Tony Bennett, Jane Birkin, Tina Turner, Burt Bacharach, Jeff Beck, Denny Laine, and David Crosby. The acting profession lost Ryan O’Neal, Matthew Perry, Michael Gambon, David McCallum, Alan Arkin, Joss Ackland, Glenda Jackson, Raquel Welch, and Gina Lollobrigida. Politics saw the departures of Alistair Darling, Nigel Lawson, and Betty Boothroyd, whilst the written word would no longer be written by Benjamin Zephaniah, Martin Amis, or Fay Weldon.
Some of those characters received brief – and extended – obituaries on here, whilst others passed away between posts and failed to claim any column inches in the Winegum. To be honest, at times it was hard keeping up with the relentless roll-call of the departed, coming so quickly after one another (and often on the same day) that it was no wonder memories of 2016 – another especially busy year for the Grim Reaper – kept springing to mind. Many of those who conked out in 2023 had reached a ripe old age, and their passing – however sad – was no great surprise; others appeared to have bailed out prematurely and left us feeling they had plenty more to achieve. I suppose, considering how many people must pass away in the space of a calendar year, a small proportion are bound to be household names known to millions due to their professions commanding large audiences, and their deaths are the ones that inevitably make the headlines. There’s also the fact that a fair amount of the celebrities we lost this year emanated from the first generation to capitalise on the rapid growth of the mass media in the 1960s and 70s – and, as we are reminded whenever one of them pops their clogs, the 1960s and 70s get further away from the here and now with each passing year.
If one thinks of popular music as being perhaps the most culturally significant art produced during this period, it’s worth remembering how many of that generation are now either approaching their eighth decade or are already well in it. Paul McCartney will be 82 next year, Mick Jagger 81, and Bob Dylan 83. All three appear relatively fit and well, still recording and touring, and could feasibly make it into their 90s or maybe even reach 100; but there’s also the sad truth that none of them will be around forever; indeed, with the loss of numerous important musical figures belonging to their own generation in recent years, they must be more conscious than ever as to how quickly the clock is ticking. But, for the moment, they’re still with us; and the art, at least, always will be. And that’s a nice cheery note to end the year on, I reckon. It could’ve been worse, though – I’ve managed to avoid mentioning some of the more depressing news stories of 2023, and let’s face it, we haven’t been short on those. So, unless some major event occurs in the next three or four days, I’ll meet you in the next world…sorry, year; don’t be late.
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