What?

Today it is so bloody hot and I am such an experienced procrastinator that instead of cleaning the kitchen, ironing something to wear to work, rediscovering the earlier eras of my bedroom floor and practising for the impending translation exam of death and despair, I have been sitting here online completing a wine connoisseur quiz. The irony is that despite knowing sod all about wine - I like to drink it, but I prefer beer and I couldn't tell my grenache from my merlot* - I was awarded the second highest level of "expert in the making" at 85%. I feel betrayed. Does that mean that all those sex compatability and career tests I've done in Cosmo were... (Gasps) ..not reliable?

*God, that was a stretch for a pun!