Golden Taps

Something needs to be written about Bordeaux.  About how it might, just might, totally eat itself.  About how so many properties in St Emilion have completely lost the plot in terms of their winemaking; about how many of the chateaux on both sides of the river have lost the plot in terms of pricing.  About […]

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Give it a number. Measure it.

So the other day I’m walking along East Street on the way to the station.  It’s cold, dark and it’s 6.35am or so.  And I look round, quite deliberately, to the main door of a converted church – it’s split into flats – and see a bloke just standing there outside the door.  If the […]

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The Gambler

What do you do for a living? I used to dread this question. Not that I’m ashamed of what I do – I love it, and I know that many of my friends and customers are envious of a job which they believe is simply getting lashed up all day. No, I used to dread […]

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