d r i n k s t e r: POLICE PORT OF POLITICAL PROVENANCE

“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)

30 June 2018

POLICE PORT OF POLITICAL PROVENANCE

As this special rarity is now much older than 30 years, it seems fair to give it some parole.

So it's open. The cork was fucked. But the wine is good. As I ponder my notes for the word piano, I wonder if any readers can help with some detail about the wine. Somebody from Bleasedale must remember its sale, bottling, or assemblage.

The labelling, design and presentation is impeccable. Straightest labels in town.

Of the Burnside Criminal Investigation Branch, I was very lucky to meet a few impressive officers, including the one who gave me this wine. On the other hand, that 'Burnside Club' included some notorious crooks. Any survivors out there?

How many detectives did Burnside need?

All officers were proudly listed on the back label when their branch was shut. I think there's a good dose of Verdelho in with the Shiraz here.