Butch aka Travis

If Cellar Door is the most beautiful combination in the English language, then the worst is Civil Union

Well its been a long time between blogging, to much work.

My situation has changed a lot of late. From having a live in relationship to living all on my lonesome, it is actually quite nice.

Watching David Koch this morning before work, we was criticizing blogging and bloggers. I mean, here is this man, who resembles a greasy scrotum, and who cant even pronounce his own surname correctly, blatantly saying he doesn’t agree with the idea of free speech. Of course, I am sure that Mr Packer was sitting with his finger on the button lamenting the impact that Blogs have on his newspaper sales.

I was watching George Gregan on TV as well, lancing the new Rugby Jersey, and i loved the last line “You know, it really helps us to win when we look into the crowd and see everybody wearing a Qantas Wallabies Jersey”. i.e. Go home and throw out your old Vodafone sponsored rugby jerseys, and go and buy a new one, with the QANTAS logo on it, hell, it only cost $185 a pop.

I have these bouts of depression of late. Its funny how when you are down, it is so very easy to reach for the bottle and medicate yourself. Last night I was with a friend of mine from work, we both had a few drinks at an all staff meeting, then we took a few of the unopened bottles and went to the upstairs business lounge. I sat quite comfortably and very easily drank my way to the bottom of two bottles of a 2001 Riesling.

There was a client there, an external editor, i.e he doesn’t work with me. He was saying that he enjoyed a nice glass of Riesling the other night from a 1969 vintage. I remarked that it must’ve been the most horrible shit he had ever tasted. He looked at me with a typically perplexed expression, he retorted “No, it was a 69!”

Anyone who knows anything about wine can pick up the indiscrepancy here. White white does not age in the same way as red. They don’t ferment, like a red (due to the absence of the skin). If he indeed did drink a bottle of 69 Riesling, it would have been akin to enjoying a nice refreshing glass of white vinegar.

Its the pretentiousness that gets to me. I don’t pretend to know everything about wine, but I do enjoy a nice glass with the appropriate meal, but I don’t act as if I am a connoisseur.

If you have missed it, you have missed my analogy for film and film makers, although most analygies are not based on true events, this one is.

Promise to keep writing, I am getting about 1000 hits a fortnight on this site.