“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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17 October 2011

PIN-UPS: PASSIVE DINNER AT THE VICTORY

4 comments:

Gabriella P said...

Did you eat any food Philip?

DRINKSTER said...

After the usual Vic vittles, which are always a lot further up the epicurean ladder than your usual pub tucker, to accompany the port, we ate slices of Tilly's world-record fruitcake with cream. At about 0230 hrs this morning, Peter, one of our member, messaged from the Old World that he was fondly remembering that fruit cake, in a place he knows will be devoid of such wonders.

Old Spag said...

What the #@&% was in that Settlement fizz? Was it ok? Cork?

DRINKSTER said...

It was undisgorged Semillon, under a crown seal. The cork wafer under the crown was soggy and falling to bits, but there was no discernible taint. It had been very well-cellared, and clarified perfectly after a few days standing. The mousse was perfect; the wine chalky and lemony and very powerfully-flavoured. Like much bigger than your 30 yo Hunter Semi: boisterous! Bacchus bless old Enzo!