Goodbye Buy The Case, hello... something else which isn't Buy The Case.

In Which: Our Hero Excuses His Last Absence Of Wine, Drinks The Most Expensive Wine He Has Ever Encountered (And Possibly The World Has Too), Moans About It, And Gentrifies The Situation In These Things Called 'Words'.

Today I worked my last day for buy the case. It was entirely unceremonious, given that I had to deal Wight the same things I had been all week. Trying to extract money from people who for the most part hadn't had invoices. Al somehow seemed to miss the fact that all these 'cunts' probably weren't paying simply because they didn't have any paper work (and indeed probably didn't know who to pay given nobody had told them that their wine supplier was going into administration in order to avoid paying any wine bills, and rebranding). Just because BTC never kept accounts, doesn't mean everyone else doesn't need their invoices. Hilariously we lost yet another account due to the fact that we had no wine to give them. Oh well. I ended up walking some wine round to franks as they were so desperate for it, having not had a delivery all week. And later on when I went to the rose for a quick pint, I was moaned at because they too had no wine. "Ha, fuck you!" was my quick riposte. "I no longer care! I am free!" Makes you wonder though, doesn't it.

The one good thing about my day was the champagne Al opened to celebrate, some of Bollinger's Vielles Vignes Blancs de Noirs. It's made from some of the oldest vines in Europe, and certainly some of the only ungrafted. Not even an acre's worth of vines, it stands with maybe two or three other vineyards in bhaving survived the Phylloxera plague that wiped out almost every other vine in the Western World. It is the only window we have to what wines may have tasted like in centuries gone by. We've never sold any (for obvious reasons) and I've never seen it anywhere else, so I can only guess that it sells for about £500-600. So it was rather an honour for Al to have bestowed that upon me. Except, no, wait, he didn't actually pay for it.

Anyway, I figure it's time for me to change the heading on this blog. No longer shall it say:

Like the Antichrist of the recordshop world, I sell wine for money and make music for pleasure. This is the frightening and unsavoury result of the two.

I would henceforth like to inaugurate the following header, and take great pleasure in wishing it a long and fulfilling reign over my page.

Wine could not contain me, nor the black hole of crumbling businessmen stand in my way, thus I escape the world of wine, to embark upon travels oe'r hill and dale, planting late night clubs (and all that follows in their wake) and on occasion clattering multi-instrumented franticism in small dark music parlours, in hitherto attractive and unassuming small cities. This is the unlikely and frankly quite disappointing result of my continued adventures.