Moules Marinière Anyone?

This article appeared in the Guardian. I read it at speed. What special, world beating, middle-classic (?) fuckwittery have we here? I can only say that this isn't really a problem in the special little places that form the lands, north of the "North". Och aye, leftover wine etc. We just hoover it up at the end of the night and scoff it the next day. Never mind the headache, the dry throat and the non-specific angst regarding what you may have said or done. Have another drop. Simple, pimple. Regrets? I have a few ...No need to turn the excess or unloved bevvy into a nice sauce, a fruity punch, rustle up some moules marinière, do a spot of spontaneous pickling, some stain removal, or create an exotic drizzle for those nearly fresh but not quite left over salad leaves. Life is complicated if you decide to make it complicated by coming up with complicated solutions (and possibly expensive ones) for simple problems. Down the hatch!