“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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05 February 2012

A POTTED HISTORY OF THE LITTLE POT STILL


Here come da fuzz, scary muthas ... a great day for business ... so how do these dudes at the bottom get away with it?  Moss camo?  And who's the dinky babe? Oh?  The future Queen of England? How'd she get in here? Just chillin' with the lads? ... For an exquisite brief history of distilling, particularly in Eire, click poteen. You can read it, or listen.  (It's highly inspirational pod sonics for marathon runners and pentathletes to listen at while they're competing in the sun.)




 

4 comments:

Vineyard Paul said...

Are you training for a marathon?

Philip White said...

Always in training Cobber. And so much further to go ...

Disgusted, Bognor Regis said...

That bottom photo's very rude. Shame on you.

Brenda Behan said...

Maybe that's the secret of her 60 years on the throne!