The remedy for dealing with musty wines, based on the experience of this and the previous bottle of redcurrant, seems to be to leave them in their bottles longer. Whilst I would be lying if I said this had no taste of mothballed fur coats whatsoever, it was not a prominent flavour and the wine rated as 'nearly acceptable'.
I drank much of it on Friday night when Claire was out playing chamber music. I tried watching a film called 'Severance', billed as a 'comedy horror', but had to switch it off after half an hour. My 20-year old self would have enjoyed it, but I have become soft. The prospect of seeing seven people meet a gruesome end was not appealing. And the 'comedy' element was unsubtle and infrequent. This was no 'Shaun of the Dead'.
Instead, I watched an inconsequential yet amusing gameshow ('Pointless' - well named) and then entertained myself by watching reviews of Doctor Who on sfdebris.com.
The bottle was finished tonight after our return from a weekend in York and a day of mostly eating sausages.