Firstly, I must apologise for a lack of entries in recent weeks. My stomach has been utterly knackered and I’ve been unable to even drink that foul water stuff without blowing bits immediately. This has made the enjoyment of fine wine rather difficult.
For some reason, people seem to get the idea that I lead an excessive lifestyle. I don’t know where they get the idea from. It is not as if I have piles of cash to blow on lavish treats all of the time. Look how empty elitistreview.com is. I undoubtedly like good things, but I’m not really excessive.
Earlier, I found this picture from last year’s trip to Burgundy:
Now before people like Peter and Edward start chortling with self-righteous fervour about how dissolute I am, a lot of that stuff was to bring back to London from the cellar in Burgundy. Some was for drinking in Burgundy, but there are always a lot of people in Burgundy. You can click on the picture if you want a closer look at the bottles. That Brulees 96 was just delicious.
What’s wrong with dissolution, old chap? My complaint has always been based on jealousy. Not of the life, but the booze, man!
Anyway, it’s not like you to be so touchy.
ps Clape Cornas 2000, okay. (as in “good” but “hmm!”).
You are wearing some clothes there aren’t you? I mean, it’s all very well to be a wine lover, but there are limits!
Not only unreasonable amounts of fine wine, but naked too. No wonder you were so shattered by the time I turned up in Burgundy, several days late, I regret. Excessive? dissolute? David? Who ever would have thought of such a thing?
Good old Peter! The voice of reason!