Friday, May 14, 2010

I like whiskey. I always did, and that is why I never drink it.


The grow the grapes and they turn the grapes into wine. Richmond, April 2010.

Grapes, glorious grapes. I prefer eating them than squishing them between my toes. That said, there is something awfully sensual crushing underfoot.

Especially when I'm being flogged with a flaccid celery stalk.

6 comments:

J said...

How very Morrissey of you.

J Bar said...

Terrific shot.
Sydney - City and Suburbs

Roddy said...

The night I met your mother I was drinking Scotch. Whiskey, glorious whiskey.
Oh, and by the way, she was buying.
She won my heart forever.

Julie said...

The older I get the more I value geography. This qualifies as 'lay of the land'.

Roddy said...

Did I mention that I rate good whiskey as mothers milk? No? Well I do!

Kris said...

Thanks all.

I am not a wine drinker.