Being the sort of fellow who's too well versed in the dangers of falling over and hitting one's head on the concrete or whatever turns out to be at the end of the descent, your correspondent has learned to look out for other vertiginous souls, especially when they're committed ethanologists in bigger frames than his own and they're close.
It's like a basketball bouncing from the bitumen. It'll snap your neck.
Upon graduation, many of them are rarely seen drinking again.
Always generous in his amazing wine knowledge, he taught the young White a great deal about the wines of the Old World. Kit was a blood-reliable shotgun rider whenever we encountered unsolved vinous mysteries.
Under Hazel's stern determination our wine exports to the UK increased from 765,000 litres per year in 1986 to 73 million litres at the end of 1996.