Yes bloggers it has arrived...
...and what a truly great drop it is. Just like the Gully Gang this vin rouge will knock you down, but it won't let you down. The power of the shiraz blends beautifully with the insipid merlot, leading to a delectable sensation on the palette and crisp finish that both blokes and sheilas will enjoy. (Click on pics for a good look)
[Bullring Music hastens to add that this drop comes from a renowned Australian winemaker and is not in any way associated with the Pineapple Wine made by Roy the Boy from Yalleroi in the late 70s. Furthermore, Roy the Boy from Yalleroi WAS NOT involved in any way with the production of Gully Gang Red.]
GREAT NEWS: A bottle of this magnificent drop could be yours just by entering Bullring Music's In Vino Veritas Competition.
Simply send an email to In Vino Veritas Competition (error with this link now fixed) detailing your most memorable/favourite experience in the Central West. Only 2 rules in this competition:
1. MUST be a true story
2. MUST be written while drinking a red wine or other alcoholic beverage, and after a significant amount has been drunk.
Could be about any event, and if you feel photos add to your story you can send them as well. Competition closes on Sunday 10 June so be quick.
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Keep those entries are coming in - here is a fine example from our Man in the Middle East.
The 3 cans only just complies with Rule 2.
Roy the Boy from Yalleroi
Take it away Speedy:
(I am on to my 3rd can of Guiness - hope that qualifies me!!)
One of my most memorable moments in Barcy was when I was in my old HD Holden Sedan (c/w 9 inch fats on the back- the car that I bought from the proceeds of a $1 Golden Casket ticket winnings) and I was trying to get my rig to chuck a few "classic wheelies" - just as I had seen FF do in the main drag a few hours earlier. (names withheld to prevent identities)
Well, as I was onto about my second set at the far end of Beech street I spotted a white vehicle with blue dome fast approacjing - Yes!! - it was Sgt DC and one of his new recruits (?? Constable BS or GC - can't remember). Anyhow, I elected to give them the slip and started going up some of the few "back lanes" of the good town of Barcy - the main plan being to eventually get to the Bull Ring and wait it out until it all "cooled down"!
After a couple of really cool moves and spotting the P**gs flash past the end of a street or two parallel to me - I chucked a mean Uey and headed south towards the Blackall road.
Well - as you may have guessed by now the local Constabulary really did have me out-horsed and appeared out of nowhere to block my escape to the BR.(a place of recluse and safety from the local Constabulary)
With a feeling of morbid dread and a sense of sweatiness in the nether regions - I watched as Sgt DC glided from the police Ford sedan. He came towards me and with every step I could see that his 11 inch hobnail boots were rearing for a good shining.
He bent down to look at me and the central western sun seemed to go out as he loomed into the drivers window - his hand appearing as though it wanted to grab a throat or something - with a mix of typical sarcasm and western wit (+ some choice expletives - censored for the younger readers) he beagn to inform me that he knew where I was at all times, who I was with and what I was doing etc - he said that he knew I was heading for the BR as he and his Constables knew exactly who was going there/when and what for (blah blah blah!).
It was at this point that a Daschshund dog yapped from the back seat and Sgt DC saw that the Mayors Daughter (JN) was one of my passengers - his tone chnaged a little and he then proceeded with a "polite" rendition on how he would tell my Mother of my antics.
I firmly believe that if the Dashshund did not speak up - my butt would have been the sole focal point of those 11 inch hobnail boots !!
That was one of my most memorable occasions - God I love dogs !!!
True story by - MitME
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