January 11, 2008

Life's hard; that's true.

But never more so than when you're in the office on a Friday afternoon, with low, grey, muggy clouds looming outside like inflatable Gordon Broooons, the dimmed sun sitting and sulking half-high behind them in a zipped-up parka, and the gas-tanks at half-mast in the distance, slowly but surely yielding to the human rats trying to hook up an illegal feed.

Thank heavens, then, for this rather cheeky 2000 Barolo, from the gentlemen at Azienda San Martino, for making an otherwise hellish Friday afternoon slog just that little bit more civilised.

Now, dear readers, please disperse back to your vending machines.

There is nothing to see here that you'll appreciate as much as I am right now.