Thursday, July 06, 2006

In vino veritas

My chestertonian father-in-law gave me one of my best ever birthday presents some years ago - membership of The Wine Society. They have some fantastic wines delivered to the door but they clearly haven't judged their Scottish members very well by offering something called The Ned. For those of us North of the Tweed know that Neds tend to drink a monastic brew, familiar to anyone who has walked the streets of Glasgow, Airdrie or Coatbridge, rather than a sophisticated sauvignon.

My dear friend, a monk of Downside, told me once of a time when in fit of post-Conciliar soul-searching the community wondered whether they should be using expensive muscat for communion, given The Spirit of the Council (etc, etc)

"Well, there's no good reason why Our Blessed Lord shouldn't taste nice!" said a monk of the old school. The muscat survived.


Blogger ukok said...

Your monk-friend seems to be quite a character! LOL!

9:52 PM  
Blogger Paulinus said...

Oh, he is! He is! Who said being a Catholic was no fun.

11:47 PM  

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