Is it because it’s warm down there, a nice shade of green? Is it because it smells of good times and everything is slightly round at the edges? Or is it because all the yeast and sedement, all those tiny fragments of cork and stray morcels of food are actually really good company, once you get to know them? Is it because you only get the most interesting snatches of conversation through that little round opening. That choice inlet for information? Does it mean you can ignore everything that doesn’t find it’s way in? Do you just enjoy being on the base of things or are you stuck there?
