Tis nearly the season to be jolly. No I don’t mean Christmas. I, of course, refer to Champagne season.

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Tis nearly the season to be jolly. No I don’t mean Christmas. I, of course, refer to Champagne season.

Tis nearly the season to be jolly. No I don’t mean Christmas. I, of course, refer to Champagne season. Some countries have rabbit hunting season (gross) others go crazy during Cricket season (yawn). Us Aussies are fast developing another time of year where we unequivocally get overly excited “Bubby Season”. Aussies knock back approximately 8 million bottles of champagne every year, 40 percent of which gets consumed from November to February. Impressive or embarrassing? Well, I am a bubbly kind of girl and in Summer nothing is more festive than a glass of liquid gold. What did Dom Perignon say about drinking champagne? “Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!”.

I assume this 8 million bottles of plonk statistic is the fancy stuff as to be labeled champagne it is the good stuff and must come from that region in France. So my mind boggles as to how many million bottles of sparkling vino are guzzled in addition during this silly season. Our bubby obsession has also started chatter on social media about the old theory that whacking a spoon upside down inside a half-finished bottle of plonk actually keeps it fresh. I am unsure of any scientific credibility here but it is something I have done my whole life. It got me to thinking about all that good advice we took in our lives and followed blindly (Thanks Mumsy). There was walking to and from school with corn cob holders in my pocket in case some lunatic attacked me. “You just stab them as hard as you can in the groin dear” my mum would tell me cheerily. Have I mentioned before in this column my mum hates men?

My best friend (and those people from Le-Tan) taught me that it was great to smother your body in coconut tanning lotion and lying in the sun for hours on end. I am paying that these days with sunspots popping up on my skin like celebrity singing or dancing shows. Other life aspects from 1980 that were completely normal at the time, spending the day driving to Double Island bouncing around with 6 other kids in the back of the Ute. No seat belts, booster seats from Sweden or side airbags. Nope. We just sat in the back of the ute and held onto the side of the car as we rode along the blue shoreline in total bliss sucking in the salt air and sometimes my dad’s ciggies if the smoke blew out the window and into our faces.

We’ve come such a long way, haven’t we? Or maybe not. Either way, its time to enjoy the Champagne season, set to officially commence in a matter of weeks (Hello Flemington). May you have no hangovers and find affordable bubbles to celebrate the good times. May you avoid spillages and glass breakages. May you swerve the liquid gold frothing over the side of the flute in excitement and may you too taste the stars.

And for the record the experts say whacking that upside-down spoon in the half-empty bottle of champers doesn’t actually work. Yet another fail in the evolution of life lessons for those of us who grew up in the 80’s. All good I say. Cheers.

Sami xx

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