Thursday, 29 August 2013
NOTES ON THE DAY BEFORE . . . . SOMEWHERE IN BRIS VEGAS, ANOTHER ADDITION TO OUR PORTFOLIO OF FINE PISS, THE BEST RANGE OF WINES I'VE TASTED IN SIX YEARS, GREAT PINOT NOIR KICKS ARSE, MAGICAL . . . . DINNER WITH MISTER CHAOS, FIRST CLASS NOSH, NO WAITER'S FRIEND, COMFORTABLE SHACK, HUGE SHED . . . . ABSTRACT SHADOWPLAY, SUPPORT THE YARTZ, SOMBRERO FALLOUT, OLD PUNKS JUST KEEP ON GOING . . . . CLOSE MATES RULE !!!
Drove to HQ in Bris Vegas first thing to meet the winemaker from the new label our mob has just picked up and to sample his wares . . . . fuck me, what a mindblowing stable of insane booze, his pinots are worth killing for, the king of wines, less is more, ethereal, complex, genuine mouthfuck material, makes great shiraz look big, dumb and stupid . . . . turning people onto orgasmic vino like this gives me the full horn !!!
Robby Muller, aka Rob Chaos or Ringmaster Rob, good friends for thirty three plus years, still the same bloke he's always been, like most of my best buddies have managed to do, no bullshit, no airs and graces, what you see is what you get, working to live, never the other way round, doing what makes you happy keeps you young . . . . on two acres of prime isolation in the middle of suburbia you'll find 'Castle Chaos', good shit to good people, love ya man.