Smokingboot

Promised myself I would note all the good wines we tried and want to try again; Last night it was a luscious red Il Primo, Selezionato di Alberto Romeo Sangiovese Shiraz 2007. The Times describes it as a new world wine with an Italian heart, and talks about plum and cherry notes with a hint of tobacco.

Don't know about that, cherry notes in anything except fresh cherries make me shudder. I couldn't detect it...all I detected was a red wine that really didn't need food to justify it, let alone the pizza and chicken wings we devoured around its loveliness; it didn't mind such riff-raff company and carried itself like a rose among thorns.

Speaking of which, I may well need a rose. Unlike many of my friends, I am not going to a castle, because I have a day show on Sunday, so I guess the point is to make the best of it. I am trying to write a romance, and I feel about as romantic as a kitchen duster. Earlier in the week I bought some beautiful flowers, striped and multi-coloured tulips plus elegant amyryllises? amaryllii? Lovely though they are, they aren't triggering my romance buttons. I guess now would be the moment for roses, but I detest those thorn-free, scent-free, personality free nigh on rose-free roses to be found in every supermarket and most florists. I want a real rose!