Posts in the category £6-8
Shameless. Fucking shameless.
A significant portion of which is devoted to a spirited ‘crie de coeur’ on the subject of ready meal packaging, and most of the rest of which contemplates distasteful sexual activities practised upon Russian politicians. I’m up-front about this stuff, y’know.
In which Old Parn burbles unconvincingly about branding in wine, before drawing some frankly ill-considered analogies and scattering his sheep’s pellets of wisdom in the direction of all who don’t move away quickly enough
Tresolmos Verdejo from the Wine Society is exactly what you need after battling through the bleak London rain
Domaine Felines Jourdan Picpoul de Pinet should be chilled and ready in your fridge to be snatched out at the first signs of autumn’s fleeting sunshine — or a farting dog
… will flirt fruitily with your nose, before getting gruff with your gob
… may not possess Austen-esque poise, but it has manners, and doesn’t overwhelm and disgust you with noxious belching
…is one half-bottle-sized suckerpunch of mouthjoy — the sea-wind bite, the roll of it, the swell of it, the crescendo
… is basically just like my parents’ blackcurrant jelly
… is a wine for rooftop terraces and golden sunshine