I am never really sure whether it’s absence or infact distance that makes the heart grow fonder. But either way and recently, I have been pining for Chablis. Yes, Chablis (a little east of Auxerre in the Yonne), that steely white wine ‘Un goût de pierre à fusil‘ (gunflint flavour) that most of us began our vinous lives with back in the day of extremely good value Wine Society Chablis from the AOC Cooperative called La Chablisienne. They had a 1er Cru Fourchaume that even a poor little van driver like me could afford to drink. However, the recent Chablis-haunting started down here with me the other day, I put it down to the change of season (summer here now), with a dream that I had. In this dream I found myself standing in Sweetings (its been in Queen Victoria Street, The Square Mile for donkies), I do not know if dear reader you remember the place or not on the corner? or even if it’s still there or did it become a Colonel Saunders KFC* outlet? Anyway, in the dream I was propped up at the wooden wall-bar, hi-stools to perch on and no tables. I was with a chum, enjoying a plate of their quite excellent and historical fish pie and a bottle of chilled Petit-Chablis. Nothing special you may think, but when I awoke in the morning not only could I taste their crispy & potatoey Haddock fish pie, but I could also still taste the very drinkable chilled white that we where slurping on. I was taken right back to when I last visited the place which must have been around 1983 or 1984. So that’s 37 years ago! Ufffa!
Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schooling
Ain’t got no wear, ain’t got no job
Ain’t got no money, no place to stay
Ain’t got no father, ain’t got no mother
Ain’t got no children, ain’t got no sisters above
Ain’t got no earth, ain’t got no faith
Ain’t got no touch, ain’t got no god
Ain’t got no love
Ain’t got no Chablis, no cigarettes
Ain’t got no clothes, no country
No class, no schooling
No friends, no nothing
Ain’t got no god
Ain’t got one more
Ain’t got no earth, no ?
No food, no home
I said I ain’t got no clothes
No job, no nothing
Ain’t got long to live
And I ain’t got no love
But what have I got?
Let me tell ya what I’ve got
That nobody’s gonna take away
I got my hair on my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I dot my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobies
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood
Got life, I got my life.
Words by: N.Simone/Hillary C.H.