A little caption competition, the entries will be posted here. For details on how to enter see the competition page on our website.

Here’s the picture:

Simon doing the punch down

J. Foley via twitter: “In vino everyass”

J. Doorley via twitter: “If we keep paddling like this, I’m sure we’ll make it to the Blue Light before closing!”

A. Collins (who is “taking this competition very seriously” and is in “to WINE it!”) via email: “Barrelly Alive, Reisling to the Challenge”

Eliza via twitter: “Simon is thinking he is glad he did not wear his mankini that day.”

M. Logan via twitter:  “earthy aromas with Armani notes; medium bodied well structured w good tannin & grip, interesting fruity finish!”

E. McNamara via twitter: “So Simon did the grapes make a noise when you stood on them?” “Not a lot, but they did let out a little wine…”

E. Corcoran via twitter: “Working holiday she said, it’ll be fun she said”

E. Corcoran via twitter: “Can you see what it is yet?”

Murray via comments, here: “Lost my bloody car keys again”

O. Kirwan via twitter: “Ok nobody move, I’ve lost my contact!!!”

A. Cotter via comments, here:

A man once went to the harvest,

Into a vat he climbed in mere jocks and vest,

He danced all around,

And finally found,

The grapes turned to wine of the finest!!

M. Tully via email:

Simple Simon said “I can tread on the vine”

So Jumping right in, he’s doing just fine!

But grapes are all squashed

And Simon got sloshed….

So now he’s doin the Time!!

(Boom! Boom!)

M. Tully via email: “Look Mammy No Feet

J. Kelly via twitter: “Oh look, I’ve found two blue plums too…”

J. Coffey via email:

There once stood a man in his pants,

in a vat full of wine down in France,

he really loved wine

and thought it to be fine

to stomp on some grapes and then dance

J. Moynes via email:

In a barrell somewhere in the Rhône,
Our hero once found himself thrown,
To the Frenchys’ delight,
It was three times his height,
And full of the grapes they had grown.

D. Harris via email:

Simon’s looking quite ‘ever-so-cute’

In his stripey new grape-treading suit.

Sadly, this vintage slumped –

To the drain it’s been pumped

Once they found he’d got bad athlete’s foot!

and another from D. Harris, also via email:

Disaster, he’s sunk! Where’s the key

For the rescue equipment – can’t see

Where it is? What’s that noise?

“I believe it’s his voice” …

Listen now, keep it down: “Leave me be!”

from A. Sweetman via comments here:  “A superior wine merchant — scraping the top of the barrel…”

AND THE WINNERS ARE……

First place, O. Kirwan :  “Ok nobody move, I’ve lost my contact!!!”

Second place, E. Corcoran : “Working holiday she said, it’ll be fun she said”

Third place, J. Moynes :

In a barrell somewhere in the Rhône,
Our hero once found himself thrown,
To the Frenchys’ delight,
It was three times his height,
And full of the grapes they had grown.

Everyone else was robbed, obviously, but thank you for entering.

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