tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24486438447927990862024-03-16T11:42:48.361+10:30d r i n k s t e r"there's a hole in everything...that's where the light gets in" - Leonard CohenUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1887125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-65329852515019025192019-12-25T10:56:00.000+10:302019-12-25T12:24:11.603+10:30Nurse Betty makes healing move<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Where have I been? What's the time?
Sometime in November I felt crook and with the deft diagnosis and advice from a brilliant local GP, ended up in the incredible cancer ward at Flinders. It looked like this.
The excellent people there at the Cancer Research Centre (thankyou Lance Armstrong!) quite simply saved my life.
After a few days in intensive, recuperating from a huge pelvis Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-60393848611896879172018-12-18T22:38:00.000+10:302018-12-18T22:39:19.997+10:30EXMESS TRYPTICH BY GEORGEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-25337012824879190072018-12-13T21:50:00.000+10:302018-12-14T02:38:42.895+10:30HARES GET ON WITH THE BUSINESS
Sunset tonight over the Yangarra High Sands Grenache, across my back fence ... after that dead-dry spring, it's been a wild and sinister few days of weather, restive and unpredictable ... laundry all over the lawn ... the dam is still way down and there's been bad frost in some of the lower blocks ...
These young hares, meanwhile, have finally ceased boxing the living shit out of each Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-19466308203986965092018-12-13T11:55:00.001+10:302018-12-14T02:55:27.876+10:30ANOTHER CLOSE SAVE, ER SHAVE
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Damon Baker @ bottlehands "Tried to liberate one @whiteswine" ... never, ever, ever give
up DB!
To keep this crazy voyage Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-79566131066139201232018-12-13T02:16:00.001+10:302018-12-14T02:32:11.462+10:30A LONG WAY OFF IN BITTER GREENS
苦丁茶
by PHILIP WHITE
"You seem a long way
off, Walter," I told my mate Clappis on the blower.
This was W. W. W. Clappis,
the biodynamicist behind McLaren Vale's opulent Hedonist wine on Strout Road.
While these Clappisses share a refined enlightenment at the trencherboard
and jug, Walter is not
to be confused with his cousin, Andy Clappis, the chef up the Range Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-30339887006305598282018-12-11T20:57:00.002+10:302018-12-11T20:57:27.516+10:30SILENT MITE BY GEORGEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-33795138033443486922018-12-10T01:38:00.001+10:302018-12-10T01:38:49.586+10:30FIRST WINE COLUMN: NO WINE MENTIONED
From my Year 10 geography notepad: the earliest work I can find that hints at my life writing about it dares make no mention of the tanglejuice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-51647745258428929252018-12-09T23:04:00.000+10:302018-12-09T23:04:50.276+10:30A LETTER FROM WENDOUREE
The following letter was delivered to my landlord and friend, Peter Fraser. It came with this sealed envelope:
which contained one of the most relished letters I have ever received, by hand or post:
The letter's writer and his reader photographed by Milton Wordley at Wendouree last year ... click for Tony Brady interview by Milton WordleyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-52061186925570134732018-12-09T21:05:00.001+10:302018-12-09T21:07:01.559+10:30DEVELOPER DONATES TO McLAREN VALEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-82346902730174250952018-12-07T15:21:00.001+10:302018-12-07T15:21:30.197+10:30SAME OLD EXMESS CARD BY GEORGEUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-37043856551289986492018-12-03T20:06:00.001+10:302018-12-03T20:06:12.734+10:30OLD POEM BRINGS WRY ADVICE
Mick Wordley snuck up in the Callington boot hill and caught me gazing
on my Dad's box when everybody'd gone apart from the bloke standing
back with a long-handled shovel and a Bobcat; I took the one of these
women dancing to Jay Hoad years ago at Settlement; the poem's four
or five laps of the Sun back ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-50836436052389218812018-11-08T12:15:00.001+10:302018-11-08T16:34:49.151+10:30BUSHING KING AND SELDOM INN
McLaren Vale turns right
to Bordeaux: after all that, it's not only Rhônesome
by PHILIP WHITE
Forget all this stuff about the Vales being like the south of
France. Two local hotshots are going Bordeaux, one via Clare; one via
Coonawarra.
Steve Pannell winning his fourth Bushing
throne was one thing.
In his astonishing career, he's won lots of things. Great
awards well made. FromUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-19899428880865057542018-11-07T12:35:00.002+10:302018-11-07T12:35:36.814+10:30GETTING THOROUGHLY BOURBOMBED
image from DRINKSTER's star advisor on such matters: Plutonium and Gravy (Martin Pfeiffer)@NuclearAnthroUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-76868517654954381292018-11-04T13:59:00.002+10:302018-11-04T17:19:39.741+10:30NO LIES TOLD
Leon Bignell, the state parliamentarian for the McLaren Vale, Fleurieu Peninsula and Kangaroo Island region, worked for a while as a journalist at The Advertiser in his previous life. Usually known as Biggles, he collected the Drinkster and Bill Guy and drove us to the Big Smoke to a pub reunion of journalists who worked at The Tiser.
Lots from the '70s. Probly too mean to die, most of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-23448845298813567892018-11-04T10:45:00.002+10:302018-11-04T15:54:00.336+10:30GRENACHE: CUDDLING THE BABY BUSHIES
Awoke yesterday to the hum of chatter in the baby bush vine Grenache. The experts were in, plucking excess shoots from these tiny ten-year-old strugglers; giving them a cuddle and a clean: some encouragement in the face of a very dry year. They are in sparse clay and sand over slab terrazzo ironstone. Every one grows a bunch or two: last vintage they were picked early for the Yangarra Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-81785020655676926502018-11-02T06:31:00.002+10:302018-11-02T06:31:54.760+10:30BEWARE THE SLICK-BACK SOMM!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-36639932608362048822018-10-31T08:32:00.000+10:302018-12-04T19:12:15.764+10:30CLARE'S BEST RIESLING?
Doctors cut my heart out: O'Leary Walker saves with Riesling transplant
by PHILIP WHITE
It must have been a very complex sociological mess in the North
Mount Lofty Ranges through the early years of white colonisation.
Think of the
Clare hills. While the Ngadjeri people were ravaged by the disease the
invaders brought, you had Austrian Jesuits building their church retreat,
school, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-13908392224080381502018-10-30T12:27:00.000+10:302018-10-30T14:30:25.827+10:30FIVE CHEAPER WHITES FROM YALUMBA
Yalumba The Y Series
Barossa Riesling 2018
($15; 11.5% alcohol, screw cap)
Meadow-fresh and limy at
the top; honeydew flesh in the middle; deep leafy greens and petiols in the basement: if
this is any measure of Australia's $15 Riesling we have little to worry about. It
has better unction than most of the water-and-acid cheapies available further
down the discount shelf: it's really Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-77248950468331488202018-10-30T11:21:00.001+10:302018-10-30T18:37:21.944+10:30IRONHEART WINS McLAREN ICON TROPHY
The day after the shoot-thinners had been through, adjusting the coiffure of Yangarra's Ironheart Shiraz on my front doorstep, the roos were in, sniffing around for titbits, while south in the Vales Ironheart was being awarded the Wineworks Australia Trophy for McLaren Vale Icon Red Wine at the wine Bushing Lunch.
Vintages 2010, '13 and '16 were adjudged ... photo Philip White
StephenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-25572006464866367562018-10-26T07:26:00.000+10:302018-10-30T11:22:43.771+10:30SHOOT-THINNING ON BUSHING DAY
Out my front door: Thinning new shoots in the chill dawn in Yangarra's Ironheart Shiraz: these deft experts are setting the new canopy up to suit the season: removing excess growth and clearing air-flow space below the cordon so the wind can more readily dry the foliage and minimise mould and the need for fungicide ... at the same time, somewhere down the other end of the district, a big team Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-84804077866568260212018-10-24T12:12:00.000+10:302018-10-24T18:39:27.585+10:30CANNABIS ADDS FRACTALS TO WINE POT
Judging pot wine: just another psychoactivatin' fractal in the chaos
by PHILIP WHITE
For a Scandinavian wine blog, David Morrison's
The Wine
Gourd spends quite a lot of its time examining Australian wine and the
way Oz
critics score wine. Yesterday The Gourd reminded us of two recent articles which examine the erratic
nature of wine scores, not just across different tasters but also Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-47162664782876508442018-10-21T13:05:00.000+10:302018-10-21T13:05:40.720+10:30LAST DESPATCH FROM MID-SPRINGUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2448643844792799086.post-6166383769621117962018-10-19T19:00:00.000+10:302018-10-19T19:00:27.949+10:30THORNE-CLARKE'S BAROSSA TOPS
Happy marriage in Barossa Ranges: geology and serious heritage wins
by PHILIP WHITE
Thorn-Clarke came about when respected
geologist David Clarke married Barossa Ranges lass Cheryl Thorn. Her family had
been upland grapeprowers there since the 1850s - those ancient inherited
vineyards were gradually extended with David's input. He planted various old
rock geologies along those rangetops from Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0