Haha. ‘came up from behind and / broke a bottle of champagne over his head.’ I would have trouble breaking a champagne bottle against a concrete curb. Poetic license I guess. Of course in ‘68 I turned 13 (at the end of the year) and my only experience with any kind of wine bottles was pilfering a bit from the gallon bottle of Gallo my father turned to very infrequently. Perhaps the bottles were more fragile then, or heads were harder.
Haha. ‘came up from behind and / broke a bottle of champagne over his head.’ I would have trouble breaking a champagne bottle against a concrete curb. Poetic license I guess. Of course in ‘68 I turned 13 (at the end of the year) and my only experience with any kind of wine bottles was pilfering a bit from the gallon bottle of Gallo my father turned to very infrequently. Perhaps the bottles were more fragile then, or heads were harder.