In an overly simplistic thought pause, brought on by caffeine and the sound of an aeolian whistling vehicle, I imagined people to be like cordial. Now there’s a sentence that seems wholly original!
From my open window I can hear the cars swish down the main road. And you know that rare phenomenon where they whistle? You don’t hear it as much anymore as cars have become more aerodynamic, generally, unless the airflow is somehow disrupted by a load, which I figure might have been the case in this instance. I think I heard flapping but I might have imagined that I did. The car whistled. I didn’t see it. I can’t really see the cars because of the hedge that partially blocks the view. The car sang a repeating descending arpeggio, rapidly. I took a sip of coffee and thought - people are like cordial.
When you were a kid you liked your cordial strong. How disappointing it was when you went across to Brian’s house to find that his mum pours a weak cordial. Got to be at least a 1:5 to a 1:6 ratio. Unless it is Ribena, that stuff is dope. Of course you didn’t say dope back then - mintox or ace.
People are like cordial.
As you get older and you mature, you stop drinking cordial, unless you are me. I love cordial. I don’t mind water. Water is good. Cordial is better. There really isn’t a flavour I don’t like. Nothing compares to a nice tall glass of iced cordial on a hot day. Mmm … makes me want one right now. Little beads of glass sweat running down the outside. It’s fancy in my mind with a slice of lemon, maybe a straw.
Now, of course, I dilute my cordial down to an unthinkable 1:8 to 1:10 even! I know! You must think me a monster but there it is. Sorry little DB it’s what I’ve become.
I imagine people to be like cordial if cordial was … was … hmmm … I’m not sure exactly. I haven’t really thought this through that well and the word aeolian keeps playing on my mind. Go away aeolian!
I imagine people to be like cordial if cordial was chutzpah, if cordial was Joie de Vivre, if it was swagger and cocksure. I don’t think people really drink much cordial these days, if at all. Those who do, like Brian’s mum, are diluting it way too much. Most are hovering around about 1:20 I reckon (young DB gasps in horror).
I’d really like to see more cordial being consumed. It’s a good drink. I think we should up the concentration too, at least back up to childhood levels. Actually what I’d really enjoy seeing would be a population just smashing down a few straight up Ribenas.
Oh the carnage! But who is that game?
I think maybe Gillian Anderson is. Here she is after a cordial or two:
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Mum always had some Ribena in the fridge in the late 60s and there was a powerfully sweet lime cordial that I liked too. Then I started earning pocket money (50 cents a week for 2 hours mowing lawns), so I moved on to the hard stuff, Coca Cola and Fanta, (6 cents for a small bottle as I recall).
I drink my filtered water with lemon and salt.
Stay mad, ASIO.