Hark, hark, the lark doth bark

I'm a good boy, I am. So a fortnight passes between one pull of a corkscrew  and the next. Working up a theme, I've said before we should never ignore a good murmuring from a Master of Wine. Though sometimes it pays to listen carefully to the exact words used.

Tonight, Lulu l'Alouette has sung a good song. Good for Lulu.