Two bottles a long way from home. . .

Today was the first day in a very long time that I've had a sequence of hours all to myself. Strangely enough, I found myself in a bottle shop. Surrounded by the new and the familiar, I am momentarily distracted by the sight of a late harvest (Autumn) Riesling labeled Penfolds Koonunga Hill. . . Surely too much leverage (of goodwill attached to a name) can only end in tears. . . I wander through the store and I'm thinking of two bloggers I've never met. . . Joe in Canada who has kindly sent me his entire cellar database and David McDuff who is to host next weeks WBW. I'm trying to find something from the Piedmonte and something that is on Joe's list. . . Instead I see Spätburgunder and automatically another image enters my brain. I start grinning and in my mind I can see another blogger I've never met, Barry - the toy gun totting, soul brother who drinks Spätburgunder for breakfast.