Jesus H Christ. Just went to my neighbour's to borrow some eggs and she said "My artichoke wine is ready! We've just opened a bottle - you must try some!" Oooh great, bullseye, bonus, how kind, lucky old me I thought. Leaving aside the fact that it resembled in flavour some cheap gin watered down with paraffin, I had one glass ("Delicious!") and am now so ****** I don't think i can get in the car to pick my friend up for Zumba. And in case you're thinking "She's not so bad - the typing's OK" I have had to go back and change about 20 things. Artichoke wine? ***???