“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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15 April 2012

PINUPS: ALL THE WAY BACK TO O'SHEA









Bit soft on the bottle pixels this night, sorry, but you can probly see why. Bit too big for little Whitey?  Uh-huh. Great night well had by experts.  Ancient Australian wines in perfect bright condition.  And some of the modern pertuse whites of the region of France they call, I think, Champagne.  Just one of those sorts of evenings.  Drinkin not photographin.  And not at all sorry about this, but these old treasures always make me recall what the blokes who made 'em drove.  I want all of these wheels owned by mates up my street.  I saw 'em up in the mountains in November.  Ovens Valley, in fact ... phylloxera country! Burn rubber - fry all that phylloxera outa them big gumballs!








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