“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)





03 August 2015


This is my favourite portrait of my dear friend Milton Wordley, whose 64th birthday was celebrated over the weekend. It's always an act of faith attempting to photograph a truly great photographer, but I have a go. This was at Fino Willunga the night we celebrated our New York book show medals for our book, A year in the life of Grange. Milt has a new blog about his mates in the wine business, which you must see here.

Here's Milton, his sister Dixie and brother Mick at T-Chow on Saturday. Dixie's holding the special Wordley Family Hat which is worn only by Wordleys on the occasion of their birthdays ... click images to clarify and enlarge

This is their Mum, Marjorie Whitrow. She rode horses in Wirth's Circus.

... and this is Dick Wordley, their father. Dick was a maverick newspaperman. His real name was Ernest George Wordley, an appelletion he hated. So he changed it. Anne Marie Wordley, Milt's daughter, took this photo

Here they be with Anne Marie Shin, Milt's beloved partner

My friend Chris Sykes took this one ... meanwhile, inside the restaurant

Milton's not in this one ... he was taking the picture ... in its constantly mutating forms and size, this Saturday Table has dined weekly at T-Chow since 1990 ... late in the night Milton caught me and Damiano at Enzo's ... Damiano is the best waiter in Adelaide ... love your best waiter!!!!

and here's one I caught of Milt in his back yard one morning before lunch ... Ann Marie and him live in what is officially the narrowest house in Adelaide

... but Milt likes this one mostly ... I got him getting me getting them and we both got all of em in our wicked black gizzards

check this too: snappers day 

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