“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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05 February 2016

WIRRA WIRRA BELL RINGS VINTAGE 2016

'Twas the beginning of vintage bell-ringing this morning at Wirra Wirra, bang in the heart of McLaren Vale. A fine big mob left their wine presses to turn up for a lot of drinks and a delicious repast on the lawn. First WW boss Andrew Kay made a good speech while Bushing King Steve Pannell looked on, with Queen Fiona Lindquist ... then King Steve made a speech: "Make wines that you want to drink," was his sage advice to the vendageurs ... 

... after which the royal party entered the special inner chamber and pulled the hell chimes outa that huge bell ... Trotty woulda loved it ...

... after which they fired the trebuchet up to hurl a few watermelons at the Wirra Wirra sign on a barrel up the hill in the vineyard ... this is Cath Trott letting one go ... she missed the target, but got the greatest distance ... lotta depth in their trebuchet, them Trotts ... they have an admirable approach to siege machinery ... at the bottom is the great Wirra bell tower reflected in a rainbarrel ... photos©Philip White 

... and here's our beloved Trotty, who I miss terribly ... he died a quick decade back:





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Them Pannells seem very awkward with their robes Whitey.