Posts tagged with parnography
… is elegant and lithe and beautiful and charming as you like — but with that little glimmer of filth in its eye.
In which Old Parn takes issue with the arse-woundingly banal, turgid bunch of old silage that gets written on wine labels
In which Old Parn — in celebration of his 100th post — draws a shimmering parallel between two hedonistic pastimes
… triumphantly reminds us that the word ‘fruity’ actually refers to real, honest fruit — not the synthetic sugar-water peddled by oily bell-ends in ugly suits
… will give you a subtly blossomed English caress — but perhaps leave you dreaming of ecstatic frenzy and phallic symbolism
… is one Merlot that can grab onto Old Parn’s ankles any day of the week — soft yet taut; fleshy, springy, grabbable without being podgy