Nothing brand new to stick under your noses this week but just to let you know of two popular wines that are now down to the last 100 or so bottles, which simply put, means we won’t have stock indefinitely!
Nebbiolo Langhe 2009 Produttori di Barbaresco, Piedmont, Italy at £ 17.00 per Bottle
We tried their 2010 yesterday with was terrifically Burgundian but for drinking right now, the 2009 is more expressive and characterful.
Macon-Vinzelles “Clos des Grand-Pères” 2008 Bret Brothers at £ 17.50 per Bottle
We still have some stock of the more feminine 2007 but this fatter 2008 Vintage is now under 120 Bottles.
Weekly indulgence (and with Christmas in mind):
We do have some terrific Vintage Ports
(1977-1985-1991-1994-1997-2000)
From the Aristocracy like…Dow’s; Graham’s; Taylor’s
&
other Port Houses like…Cockburn; Delaforce; Gould Campbell; and Warre’s.
Silly season.
Well you wouldn’t be mad enough to leave your front door unlocked or even open would you? Funnily enough though, that is exactly what humble shopkeepers do! That means one is open to whoever decides that my door needs pushing and then just wander blithely in. Most of the time this works pretty well and having done this for twenty nine years now, one learns to take the rough with the smooth. The last week however has been simply one coo coo ca choo after another. Without exaggeration I would say that we have had people in that were the wrong side of the bars. At times amusing, at times crushingly dull, at times I am looking for the merest hint that a knife is about to spring out and how to I deflect, jump, hide. I don’t know if it is just the looming Pantomime season or the Government has put something in the drinking water but loopy lou it most certainly is and way, way above the usual remit that eighteen of the twenty leading world eccentrics live in Kensington. Battersea Dogs Home, Barking Central…
On the front page of the Torygraph this very morning I spotted “Chancellor warns of falling living standards, rising unemployment and even deeper public spending cuts”. George Osborne doesn’t yet strike me as a man of gravitas ready to imprint his Dr Martens on the world stage but as Chancellor, as Prime Minister, and in retirement I cannot conceive that Gordon Brown would or will, ever, concede such ground.
Not quite so gay any more. I always loved the name of that chain of launderettes called “Go Gay”. I can’t say I was a customer but I was sad to see the last one close on Wandsworth Bridge Road just yards from me in deepest darkest Fulham. It is always amusing to see how inventive some Shop names can be but a certain shoe shop in King’s Road and a host of Chinese Restaurants (unintended) are simply too blue to reiterate here. The naffest by a long shot are the Hairdresser fraternity. Anyway, for Go Gay, end of an era.
Pause for thought.
“God Speed”
The Charlie Waller Memorial Trust
Tuggy
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