All posts tagged discernment
I used to have a friend who was delightful in all respects until you got her into a restaurant.
At that point, she would become a monster. She would sneer and nitpick at the staff; she would critique the menu in a loud voice (‘Don’t these people realise that using the word ‘jus’ just marks them out as suburban?’), and she would make it a point of honour to complain about at least one dish over the course of a meal. Read more…
Having reached an age at which I definitely have to accept that I’m no longer hip (I suspect that my use of the word ‘hip’ gives a lot away), I have succumbed to Phil Collins Paranoia. Maybe you’ll recognise the symptoms: every time I hear a new record that I like, I am struck by a crippling fear that this, finally, will be my Phil Collins.
This Friday (17th May) I’m embarking on a day of discerning drinking.
The idea is simple (and probably slightly lethal). I want to address the issue of what to drink in a pub: what should you choose, and what’s the right drink for the right moment. Therefore, I will be installing myself in a range of locations across the day, and carefully choosing one drink an hour. The exactly right drink. Read more…
I am not particularly discerning.
I am the sort of person who dreams of a chic capsule wardrobe, but then can’t resist the lure of Primark. I am vulnerable to costume jewellery. I have a weakness for Pop Tarts.
And, actually, I’m quite proud of that. Some of the best things in life are – if not free – cheap, readily-available, and made of brightly-coloured plastic. I find all the fuss about this vintage of wine, and that limited-edition handbag a bit dull. Too often, it seems to me that people are trumpeting how much they’ve paid, rather than how good their purchase actually is.