Who’d want to belong to a tribe incapable of producing a simple dinner wine?
RC: Indeed. The tribe has also allowed an orangutan to join their numbers, which is almost unprecedented. The ‘tang, whom I named Churchill, is very fond of the wine and acts as a bouncer of sorts when the pot hole sessions get out of hand. MDM: Extraordinary! How long do these sessions last? RC: It depends largely on how much wine they’ve made. They usually start early in the afternoon and finish up well into the morning. MDM: I’m surprised this behavior has been allowed to continue. Hasn’t there been any attempt by some government or do-gooder group to deprive the monkeys of their fun? RC: Not that I’m aware. What a strange idea. MDM: Only a matter of time. I’m certain there is some evil old codger out there, tormented day and night by the idea of wild monkeys getting legless on cheap wine. Which brings to mind a question—do the monkeys experience hangovers? RC: Indeed they do. When they wake up after a session they all straggle down to the stream to take cold baths and rehydrate. An
