Day 10 in the Big Detox House
It’s a bit like Audrey II, the man-eating plant in Little Shop of Horrors. My liver is taunting me to feed it some alcohol. But whilst resisting the siren songs of Bacchus is the easy bit of my new year detox, my lily-livered response to caffeine addiction has been unmitigated capitulation. Early foreplay with Earl Grey has now escalated to full frontal intercourse with Ceylon Orange Pekoe, through Queen Anne and even onto (gasp) sturdy robust Assam, the foundation of builders’ tea, in which well brewed cups, a teaspoon can stand as erect and proud as a pleasure dome on the road to Xanadu. Rogering my central nervous system senseless. Mmmmm feels good.
So whilst I have no contemporary wine experiences to write about, perhaps I ought to catch up with some old notes from 2009.  Yes, I’ll do that right now. Oh hang on, I have to exercise first.