ps: That's my photo of Elsie at the top. Never told a lie in her life. Great sense of humour.
06 April 2016
TWO MORE FROM THE MARS EXPERDITION
Gaywetnesslessness
Tweed Hat Thoroughbred Wine Company Pty Ltd Singo Ocko Blingo Thingo Very Dry Sweet Red 2007 [or one
of those years around then or now] Limited Shareholders Barrel 2014 Release
Whether it had botrytis or not, which is
contentious, this must have been a great horse.
People spent millions on it.
Before it hits the glue factory you should drink this toast to the vast
gap of emotion and understanding yawning between anybody with a big crooked
horse book and those with an ordinary yearning for an honest punt in the hope
that maybe just one of them nags eventually tells the truth, flutters them
impossibly long eyelashes, bares them giant piano key
teeth and goes out there on the track and fucking wins something fair and
square. It doesn’t quite smell or taste
of horse, but you get the defunct post-modern Adelaide University Wine Marketing Degree
reek of this academic study in the wee tulip: Twitterculture more than
viticulture. When I see the cargo pant wine drongoes paste on Facebook, I
actually sometimes feel like that I would accept a wine like this and funnel it
in til no bubbles rise.
Ch.
Trevoir Girls Kisscurls Interaction Őhl Űber de Placé 1816
Looking really spritely for a Trev this
rooted, the ’16 CTGKIOUDP is something we could have quite easily
forgotten. Having spent decades in the
laboratory, the writer can now exclusively reveal that the drinker’s reaction
to this wine depends upon the composition of the drinker’s spit and the company
the drinker is exposed to at the time of consumption. Just as that great
consumptive warrior and scout, Col. Wllm. Light, could spit blood at will, feign major wounding and
then limply ride, disshevelled but respectfully unshot, with an officer’s
honour, back through the ranks of the Spanish his company had just ravaged,
these dribbly lasses discard their damp cheesecloth and flat-dance the Duke of
Wellington’s Full Booted Jig in aid of the Better Purchase Shoe Company. This, the acute observer may aside, is
nothing to do with Germany.
But, dear reader, what better charity could one endure? Go to Sir John Wren’s St Paul’s cathedral, look the reclining Wellington in the face, and tell me: is he
happy? Give it another century.
ps: That's my photo of Elsie at the top. Never told a lie in her life. Great sense of humour.
ps: That's my photo of Elsie at the top. Never told a lie in her life. Great sense of humour.
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2 comments:
Great Gamay news, but PTG is not an acronym. Pedantry being up your alley, though you'd like to know.
Cheers and off to Mars for the weekend. Andrew
Looks like the perfect TLA to me Andrew.
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