Big strange dreams ... I went to lunch today at the exquisite Elbow Room in McLaren Vale and laughed and tuckered beautifully with good friends ... but just a dream took the edge of the brain away ... like featuring why Barossa Grenache is so different to McLaren Vale ... [that's Dicky
Wag lecturing Ludwig Von while my sisters play John Cale's version of
Heartbreak Hotel above; Rubella plays the bass lines with her back] ... McLaren Vale has old settler Poms and lovely Italians, but nary a crusty German like the Barossa ... maybe that's why top McLaren Vale Grenache is very different to top Barossa ... below that the little electric blue things [I'm colour blind - I think they're probly blue] ... then photographer Milton Wordley coming over all stern whilst eating his ice cream; Milton's not even German ... his Dad was a mad journo and his Mum came from the circus and last year we made the book A year in the life of Grange ... then grappa and castrato and red wine wiv wasted water ... then another frame from the movie ... maybe we should make it ... you better go eat in this marvel joint real soon ... take the rest of the day off ... you gotta admit the thought of a Police Wine adds a shot of intrigue to the tail of an unwinding yarn ... see you at the Burnside CIB Max ... mad dream and photos by Philip White ... and if you make head or tail of all that you're a better man than me, Gunga Din
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