Tag: Greece

  • Cheers to corkscrews!

    Cheers to corkscrews!

    For the first 50 years of the corked bottle, there was no easy way to get into it. The combination of cork and a strong glass bottle came together around 1630, but the first mention of a device to open the bloody thing wasn’t until 1681. Cavalier get-togethers must have resembled the teenage parties I attended, with everyone desperately trying to open bottles using keys, pens, knives etc. Or using that technique where you bang the bottle against a wall with the heel of a shoe. Halcyon days. More likely the Cavaliers would have just taken the top off cleanly with a swift blow from a saber.

    Early devices for extracting corks were called “bottle screws.” According to wine writer Hugh Johnson, the word “corkscrew” was first used in 1720. From there, this handy little piece of equipment has conquered the world, from early versions which were simply a piece of metal with a wooden handle to the full nerdery of the $130 Screwpull – beloved by wine bores of a certain vintage. The most common one when I was taking my first steps as a wine drinker was the metal man with his hands up, which usually just drilled a hole in the cork rather than removing it. As someone who has opened thousands of bottles of wine, I can safely say that the best corkscrew is a good quality waiter’s friend. I never leave home without one.

    If you want to see the sheer imagination and thought humans have put in to removing a bit of tree bark from a glass receptacle, I’d highly recommend visiting the corkscrew museum (yes, there really is one, I literally have the T-shirt) at Domaine Gerovassiliou near Thessaloniki in Greece. There are corkscrews with winged demons on, others that look like medieval torture devices and some that fit into the top of walking canes, so a gentleman need never be without one.

    But at some point, will this essential piece of drinker’s kit be seen only in a museum? A report from kitchenware retailer Lakeland says just over a quarter of British 18- to 24-year-olds own a corkscrew – compared with 81 percent of over-65s. I’m not entirely sure this is the killer statistic everyone thinks it is, though. One in four youngsters having a corkscrew means you’re in with a good chance of finding one in shared accommodation. We didn’t all have corkscrews when I was in my early twenties. But I did. I was a budding wine bore.

    There’s no doubt, however, that the traditional cork is dying out, thanks to the ubiquitous screw cap. This has gone from being seen only on the cheapest wines to an entirely respectable way to close a bottle, especially in the Antipodes. Something like 70 percent of Australian and 95 percent of New Zealand wines are sealed this way. Screw caps are more reliable, too. It’s estimated that between 3 and 8 percent of  corks are tainted with a compound called TCA (2,4,6-trichloroanisole) which produces the characteristic “corked” smell of damp basements. Extremely annoying when you’ve been keeping a bottle for a special occasion.

    And yet for all its occasional unreliability, I’ll miss the cork when it finally disappears. A large part of the appeal of wine is the ritual of opening the bottle, the satisfying pop followed by the gurgle of the pour. It all builds anticipation. Now, where did I put my corkscrew?

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s November 24, 2025 World edition.

  • How the Spartans got fighting fit

    How the Spartans got fighting fit

    Donald Trump has brought back the Presidential Fitness Test for American children, once used in state schools to gauge young people’s health and athleticism with one-mile runs, sit-ups and stretching exercises. He could usefully add elements of the early training invented by the Spartan lawgiver Lycurgus to create disciplined, physically and mentally resilient soldiers and citizens.

    Every baby was examined for fitness. They were trained not to fuss about food, or be frightened of the dark when left alone, or to get angry or cry. At seven, they joined bands in which they grew up together while their elders registered their progress in obedience and courage. They were also taught to stay silent rather than drivel on, and if they did talk, to use language clearly and trenchantly (our term “laconic” derives from Lakôn, “Spartan”). Famous examples: “We do not ask how many the enemy are: just where they are.” And to a Persian boasting “Our arrows will block out the sky”: “Good, we shall fight in the shade.”

    Girls, while not being formed into the companies, also underwent state-sponsored training that emphasized physical strength and endurance, preparing them for their roles as mothers of warriors. They too learned to express themselves incisively. A girl saw a Milesian having his shoes put on and laced by a slave and said: “Father, the foreigner hasn’t any hands!” Being asked by an Athenian woman “Why is it that you Spartan women are the only women that lord it over your men?,” she said: “Because we are the only women that are mothers of men.” Another, when her sons had fled from battle back to her, said “Where have you come from now, you craven slaves? Do you intend to creep back in here, where you came from?”, and she pulled up her garment and showed them. Another, as her son was going to war, gave him his shield and said: “Your father kept this safe for you; do the same, or do not exist.” Another, asked by a man if she would be good if he bought her, said: “Yes, and if you do not buy me.”

    Fine lessons in exploiting the potential of language, rather than waving it flabbily about.

    This article was originally published in The Spectator’s September 15, 2025 World edition.