Here. Yes, well, I'm beginning to appreciate how the Weird Sisters must feel from day to day: 'Helllooooo, Manchester!' 'Hellllooooo, Glasgow!' 'Helllooooo, Little Snodding!'

Perhaps one day we can settle our debate with a proper tasting, but for the time being I concede that your cellars contain the very best that France can offer.

Keep telling yourself that, do. But I'll be bringing the cards next time, nonetheless.