“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)





12 March 2015


The Exeter Hotel, 246 Rundle Street, Adelaide, by Millie the Kid, 1987 ... you can see by the portraits on the left, below, that the Drinkster shotgun rider, George Grainger Aldridge spends quite a bit of time in this hallowed thirst emporium ... photos Philip White

It was first resolved in Exeter Hall, London, to form an association for the Colonisation of South Australia. In 1840, this hall, famous for it regular use by the suffragettes and the temperance movement, also saw the new Prince Consort make his first address in Britain, marking the new commitment of her "great and good" citizens to the abolition of slavery. 

Taylor's Words and Places explains that the Gaelic and Erse word for water is uisge. Whisky is a corruption of usque-baugh, the water of life. The Welsh Celtic for current is wysg, and water is gwy or wy. The Welsh river Wysg is called the Usk by the English. The Romans mispronounced this Isca, while another Isca, in Devonshire, became the Exe, and gave its name to Exeter. In other words, it's a perfect  name for a great bohemian pub

George Grainger Aldridge staring down the barrel

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