Mr. Nag brought several bottles of wine home the other night and urged me to try the Shiraz. I did. It tasted like grape juice, a common criticism of cheap French Shiraz. More interestingly it failed to render a buzz. It did not take the edge off nor did I become charmingly loquacious as I usually do after a tipple. I had another glass or two just to verify my findings and came to the conclusion that I have developed a new super power (likely as a result of exposure to some heritage mould at work) and that power is.....alcohol immunity. Damn! Why couldn't it be some really awesome skill?
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