If there’s one thing I love more than a really good pun, it’s a really bad pun. The more groan-some the better. It’s almost compulsive for me, which means I’m devoting far too much time to thinking up the title for my MW dissertation. You know, something like:
They never Corton: alternative varieties in the Côte de Beaune.
Bored eau: underground water sources in the Médoc.
_ie_ling: the inexorable rise of trocken white wine in Germany.
(Riesling without the RS, y’see. Boom boom. Told you they were bad.)
I’ve got a subject, by the way. But...