“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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20 December 2013

HUMBLE WARNING TO HERBICIDE ADDICTS

The DRINKSTER first found this lovely Roundup commercial, made by the clever folks at Airbag Productions and  starring the White Pointer shark, away back in April.  It's clever, more honest than the client probably realises, and it obviously cost some money.  If there's anyplace on Earth, other than perhaps South Africa, where the White Pointer loves to feed, it's the waters between South Australia's Yorke and Eyre Peninsulas. So it's wry that it took a Yorke Peninsula farmer and farming consultant, Bill Long, to come up with this modest, but equally effective response: it's called The Wild Radish Song, and it deserves millions of hits.  Apart from the fruits of the few serious organic and biodynamic viticulturers, we have yet to see anything remotely like this come from that giant herbicide addict, the Australian wine industry ... have you ever heard a herbicide policy or comment emerge, from, say, the Winemakers Federation of Australia?  In the meantime, I trust this shark is not the savage beauty Airbag hired.

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