Tuesday, 26 March 2013

I SELL TOP FLIGHT VINO FOR A QUID, THIS IS HOW IT GOES SOMETIMES . . . . FIVE DAYS IN NEW ZEALAND WITH OUR WINERY . . . . A COMPLETELY BEAUTIFUL BIT OF THE WORLD, PERFECT WEATHER, GREAT PISS, BONZA NOSH . . . . MY WORK BUDDIES ARE COOL PEOPLE, NOT MUCH IN COMMON WITH ME BUT GOOD FOLK NONETHELESS . . . . THE JOYS OF ONLY EVER HAVING WORKED GIGS THAT I LOVE . . . . WORKING FOR THE MAN DOESN'T MEAN SELLING YOUR SOUL

THE LAND OF THE LONG WHITE CLOUD . . . . GOTTA LOVE THE KIWIS, EXCEPT WHEN IT COMES TO RUGBY . . . . BEEN THERE THREE TIMES NOW . . . . GOD I LOVE WINE, IT TELLS A STORY IN EVERY GLASS
TEN YEAR VERTICAL OF OUR 'TE MUNA' PINOT NOIR . . . . LIKE OLD BIKES, WHEN IT'S GOOD, IT'S GREAT
POST TASTING, A RELAXED FEED AT THE LOCAL PUB . . . . NIGHTS ARE ALL ABOUT EXCESS INTAKE
'MARTINBOROUGH HOTEL' IN MARTINBOROUGH . . . . HOME OF OUR MOB'S GREATEST VINEYARDS
UNLIKE OZ, THE SKIES ARE DEVOID OF EUCALYPT VAPOUR . . . . ABSOLUTELY FUCKING CRYSTAL CLEAR
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2 comments:

  1. Hermit26 March 2013 at 09:34

    Looks like a good time.

    I like a bottle of brown bag Night Train in the liquor store parking lot under the warm glow of a street light.

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    1. WhitelinePsycho26 March 2013 at 10:13

      Ha, classic mate, been there done that, got the tee shirt and a flogging from the local fuzz to prove it . . . I love my vino but I ain't no wine snob, I get to see plenty of expensive, turgid, godawful piss I wouldn't offer my worst enemy, and heaps of brilliant, cheap as chips, sub $10 a btl, delightful stuff that completely messes with the palates of wine wanker doctors and lawyers who say it's great before I tell em what it is then try and squirm out of their glowing endorsements . . . just like everything else in life, cost means fuck all in my books.

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