Years ago, I ended up at my parents after a London Transport strike. My old man opened a bottle of amazing wine that he’d saved to drink with his Dad on a special occasion. The occasion was never special enough, he kept holding it back and eventually my grandfather passed away. There and then he decided to open it to commemorate a complete non-occasion. Today I ended up back in Cape Town on a Monday after my car’s engine conked out. Seemed as good a time as any to open an amazing bottle of wine. Unlikely that the 2009 is readily available and probably costs a bit if it is, but if you get some, drink it whatever the event.