Day 9 of nominating myself to do 12 wine reviews in 12 days…. And I am ahead of schedule (this is bottle 10!). Last night I pulled out the ‘Little Jack, Organic Cabernet Sauvignon, 2019… By Horner Wines’. Nice little play on words. I’m straight to thinking about poor old Little Jack Horner. Sitting in the Corner. I want to say ‘Eating his curds and whey’, but he wasn’t doing that was he? He was eating pie of some description. It must have been pie, because he stuck in his thu

Day 8 of nominating myself to post 12 wine reviews in 12 days... and people are starting to question my substance intake. Let me be clear, this was one of those ideas where I saw an opportunity to show off and it's almost back fired. I am in no way advocating for this level of wine consumption. It's getting gross. It reminds me a little of a Sunday morning I had in the back of a Ballarat Hair Salon. We were partying it up at 4am in a small waxing room, and I willingly drank t

Day 7 of nominating myself to post 12 wine reviews in 12 days. This is quite the commitment. Today’s review is the 'Heart’s and Bones, 2019 Margaret River Syrah, by Stuart Pym’. Ah, ok Stuart. Am I drinking wine or am I reading your novel? To be honest, 'Hearts and Bones' sounds a bit like a high quality garden fertiliser. But I love that he's thrown the region into the label for a quick little name drop. Nice brag Stuart. It’s very Byron Bay. Ok, so I do do the same. I was a

Day 4 was Saturday, so this must be day 6 of nominating myself to post 12 wine reviews in 12 days. Yes, I missed a day. No, I didn't miss a bottle. I had Saturday off to clean up the aftermath of Friday. Note the picture of my ‘lime juicer’ below. Yes. It’s a lime juicer and yes, it has been flirting with me. No, I have not! Yet. My 12 year old son noticed the juicer left out on the bench and came and whispered to me….. ‘Ahhhh mum. There’s a…. uh…. Dildo… on the bench’. It’s

Day 4 of nominating myself to do 12 wine reviews in 12 days. I don’t feel so good. I committed to the day-time margaritas like a greyhound to a rabbit. Complete with… wait for it…… popping candy rims! We were so sure that we’d invented this and we were going to keep it a big secret so no-one else could ever enjoy it and it would be ours and ours only (I already told you I’m an arsehole) but I just googled it and it's already a thing. You’re welcome. Enjoy. No idea how I hadn’

Day 2 of my self-nomination to post 12 wine reviews in 12 days. Last night I chose to get the Boy Meets Girl bottle inside me. Just the contents. I chose this one mainly because I liked the picture of the hug. Red wine feels like a hug for my insides, so I instantly felt comfort. I poured the first glass and leaned down to have a smell. I did that. I had a smell. Less than 48 hours after joining a wine club and I’ve already become a level one wine wanker. Who do I think I am?

In light of the recent Facebook isolation nomination challenges, I decided to nominated myself to post 12 wine reviews in 12 days. Challenge accepted. I joined a wine club and my first case of wine just arrived yesterday. That’s right A CASE. For any stoners out there, that’s the equivalent of jumping from buying sticks to ounces. It feels that good too. I’ve now hit the classy level of substance buying. The financial crisis happening in the world right now (and in my home) i