And the wind, it cries Mary [Redux]
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"Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine."--Fran Lebowitz
First: I’m not sure if there is anyone better at cutting through the confidence trick that is often intrinsic to the business of wine.
Second: in a world where offending people appears to border on the illegal, the Hosemaster piles in. No one is safe."
--Joss Fowler "Vinolent.com"
Nice little pun:
“Question. Which is the biggest fraud? Rudy #fakewine, Hosemaster as CW #funnyasclimatechange, or Riedel Coke glass #stuffmoronsbuy” — Eric Asimov, NYT wit
Did you develop your brain ripples by drinking Ripple? Inquiring minds want to know - well, we really don't give a hoot, but owl bet you're wishing I hadn't gone there...
I don't care what title is bestowed on you, the title of 5th Beatle is the only one that matters and that is Eddie Murphy's and his alone! She loves you, ya, ya, ya, [man].
I read these posts for the postscript comments. In other words, I'm going to stop jumping over to the Tim Atkin site to read the HoseMaster once a month. Those Brits don't post nearly as interesting comments as the Americans. What happened to their famous dry wit?
Ron My Love,
Congratulations love! I am so proud of you and um, I think I remember where your pants is...
You kill me but at least it's not softly, I like it jackhammery and side splitting.
I love you!
The first Monday of the month usually means I have far fewer common taters to deal with. I think I have as many readers, but the distance from here to Tim Atkin seems to make the comments dissipate into nothingness. A nice break for everyone.
This piece sprang directly from meetng Christy Canterbury MW in Healdsburg--a fabulously lovely woman, by the way--and asking if she and Tim Atkin could find a way to make me an Honorary MW. All the other worthless institutions give away degrees, why not Masters of Wine? Then, in a lightning bolt of inspiration, I decided that to lord it over Masters of Wine, I'm declare myself Commander of Wine! Christy liked it, so I'm blaming her.
I'm not sure my comedy translates well into English.
Holy Cow!! You are now a COW!
In Canada, that is a Commander of Whine! (we spell differently here; we smell differently here, too).
For years I have been signing myself as Dean Tudor, MWW (Master of Whine Writing). The degree pays more in Canada than in the US.
My current whine is that the temp outside has been at least -5 Celsius since Dec 20, dipping as low as -26 in Niagara -- enough to kill off even the icewine grapes....
Wow, that's colder than a Nat MacLean plagiarism. Hang in there, Dean.
That cucumber joke is my wife's favorite joke (except when she tells it, it's a potato).
Oh, my! That was some much needed relief from the grind. (Still can't post a comment to Tim's site from Chrome. Hmmmm.)
Of course, for the additional exams I read "Prostate" and "Rectal" at first. Seemed fittingly paired (like red wine and chocolate! - Insert Samantha snort here.) But the limmerick was lovely!
Master AND Commander, eh? To command wine, was one of the practical items on the exam turning water into wine?
I thought you'd decided to sit this one out. Glad you're here.
I was going to write a series of limericks about MW's, but decided one was enough. I know, not like me to be so restrained.
I don't command wine, Love, I command Masters of Wine. I can't turn water into wine, though I can turn MWs into the local authorities.
If you really want to impress people, turn an MW into a regular person
Well, I'm Commander of Wine! because, like Pinocchio, I hope one day to be a real live boy. At the moment, I'm made of hollow chocolate.
...just in time for Easter
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